My Unstable Poetry

Unexplainable

I am this

I ask you

I beg you

I cry for you

I dream about you

I hang with you

I scream at you

I shine myself for you

I am an unwanted trophy

I am on that crooked wooden shelf

I am hooked

I am falling slowly

For you.

I want you

I would like a response

I would ignore it

I might say no, you are unacceptable

Unfathomable, my thoughts scattered

I daydream of you

I once had you

I grab a knife

I make the slice

I don't care anymore

We are this