it's just another one of those days
waking up in the remnants of life
breathed into something so small
that i guess noone really cared about it at all
i wanted to be the one there for you
and now ive been crushed
crumbled past the point of recognition
my soul in tatters
my desire in pieces
i wanted to catch you when you fall
i wanted to praise your scars
but now my head's filling with tar
i have your sillouette engrained in my eyes
i have my ideas saved
for the next time i get to love you, if there is a time
i loved the thoughts i had of you
oh god it's you
if you're awake, come find me
February Friday.
forbidden yet in directly infront of my aching mind
Radio will come find the way out
and they will get us out of here
we'll find another way out.
i say it's okay
you say ill be glad i didn't listen to my demons that night
i wanted to tell you all of the things i love about you
and now there'll be no more times i smile
because of you.
YOU ARE READING
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
