November 4th, 2023
37 hours;
Starting with love and ending with heartbreak.
37 hours;
My body kept tense in some wicked hope that I'd see you again.
37 hours;
Jumping at every noise as if that would ever happen.
37 hours;
Finding out just who I really am.
37 hours;
Shutting off from the rest of the world.
37 hours;
Full of tears and discussions that wore me down to nothing.
37 hours;
Spent awake and thinking of all the ways I should have been.
37 hours;
I know that I had my best and my worst moments with you.
37 hours;
I found out how much you surpassed everything else.
37 hours;
I know I am doomed regardless.
37 hours;
I had to attempt to put my life back together again.
37 hours;
I stare awake at my phone, lips chapped, eyes heavy, delusional.
37 hours;
I lost my future.
37 hours;
37 hours;
Maybe just another few hours.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
