"I don't want to let you down
I just wanna spin around
With you tonight
There's nothing else I'd like
I don't wanna make you cry
I just wanna get you high
With me tonight
Nothing helps when nobody loves me
Nobody loves me like you do..."
welp.
she's gone, maybe not physically
but it's lost so much of the charm once told
portrayal dies without second thought
it felt so real
contusions of my mind
intersections of living and dead
that which goes up
must come down
and if you must
call me icarus
for flying too close to the sun
as the wings i once pushed with
melted and torn, no good anymore
learning how to be a one man show
though I can still pull it off
is nothing but just that, a show
hiding and prescribing a dose of distraction
and providing an interaction
frozen and cold
i await a day
that soon
i can be kissed by so called "prince charming"
not to melt me
but to send some signal to my brain
that i matter, in any capacity
the spark of feeling
long gone and war-torn
expressions forlorn and helpless.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
