A collection of my poems

Dirt

I wanna sink down in the dirt and hide
Because I can't bear this gnawing feeling of hurting you
I can't bear seeing the pity on your face when I say
"You know what, I've had a pretty shitty week"

And I've started thinking that maybe, just maybe
I should lie next time
Because I can't bear seeing the pity on your face when I say
"You know what, I don't really wanna be alive"

You were the long awaited sunshine on a Sunday morning
You were the warmth of the summer breeze
You, you were the soft, tingling feeling of sitting on the grass on a warm summer evening
And I, I was your thunderstorm

I bought rain and cold
I bought chaos and bolts, bolts of lightning that shook you to the core
I bought currents of air that knocked you down to the floor
I bought darkness and clouds
A darkness so dark that it swallowed you
A darkness so dark that it haunted you

And you got tired
You were to kind to say it, but I knew
I punctured your tires
And you tried to start something new

So we were sitting there in the grass, you looking at me and I looking at you
And I said
"You know what, I wanna sink down in the dirt and hide"