While I threw up all I had stored,
For her to hurry and collect,
Some words still stayed in the back of my teeth,
As I learned once again how to breathe,
I could not bare to look into her eyes,
For they would seize the opportunity,
And in a second pierce mine,
And realize that I was never fine,
I could not hold my head up with my neck,
So I held it with trembling hands,
The tears strangers to numb cheeks,
But adhered to dark hair strands,
Why, oh why, do my eyes have leaks,
I ask, for I'm unfamiliar with this land,
As since I last broke, it has been weeks,
So I cry and before I die, demand,
Why, oh why did I break the streak,
In which I 'thrived' without reaching for a hand.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
