What is this feeling?
The beat of the heart skip that rhythm to make me dizzy..
Nausea swarming
stinging the back of my esophagus
anaphylactically swelling my chest.
you.
Left.. with words of promise
Lies skipped from your lips to kiss
my crushed ego
bruising my neck
Inside the flies replace butterflies
leaving maggots to clean up the mess
no.
You haven't called
No message left via text
This test I've failed to
progress
Deeply
depressed
Unimpressed by my meager hope of
"maybe it'll get better"
arrogantly
You
dressed my mood
through extravagantly
MEaningless
Sex.
My heart skipped another
Beat.
But you never missed
it.
YOU ARE READING
Gemini
PoetryA purging of the mind, heart, and spirit. . the soul bled through virtual ink.. a melding of words of which i call poetry
