Senses

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The wait time is long,

I've done nothing wrong.


My hope is that you'll be back in 5 hours. 

The pain of isolation continues and devours,

The sweet little flour in side my heart,

You always find a new way to tear it apart.


Please don't come back.

Pleas don't give me hope.

Every time you surprise me I turn into that dope.


I don't want your pride, 

I don't want your well wishes.

Look into my eyes, and tell me what the top of your list is. 


I know you can't be there, 

I don't have a spare.

I know what you see here,

There's barbed wire every where.

I can't turn to you. 
I can't turn to them. 

I know where all of these issues stem. 


Just let me go-just let me push you away.

I'm better alone, and it's best you don't stay. 

This isn't an outlet for all my pain, nothing can help to ease the strain. 


The effort that's there is just to much. 

The expectations I have are not high n'such.


I'll let you read, I'll let you be. 

I hope in the future you'll finally see. 

The only one active is always just me. 

Switching patters like it's 1, 2, three.

I kicked and screamed and yelled all day,

There's nothing there to make you stay. 

I'm the easiest friend to throw away.

All my secrets just put on display. 


I wish it was easier to shut me up that day. 






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