It's so funny how someone can control you
Well
Not in the way you're thinking of probably
Not in the way where "you can't wear that"
Or "you can't go out without me"
No, not that way at all
But rather in the way where everything I do is for them
Everywhere I go it's for a purpose
Everything I wear everything I eat everything I say everything I think
It's almost a form of mania y'know?
One moment I could be so content but then the next I'm driving an hour and a half
Just to show you that I'm nearby
Hoping, begging, praying to god that you'll care
That you'll want to find me.
You're the axis on which my planet spins
The sun that I orbit
The bright stars in a never ending dark sky
Filling me up and giving me enough hope to just spin one more time
One more, just one more
Is love supposed to be this exhausting?
YOU ARE READING
The Glass Vase
PoetryReverie in its finest I need a place to let go of some of my feelings, I mean writing. Maybe it will resonate with you too
