i don't think you want to know just how my clocks tick.
its 7:00 I made dinner you're late from work again
I don't think you want to know just how my tears flow
bathroom floor is comfy surrounded by cigarette smoke
I don't think you want to know just how this feels
you're out again, I'm here reading books with lonely souls
I don't think you want to know just how I lay at night
you're next to me I hear you breathe but I just want to die. its cold in here won't you cuddle me tonight
I don't think you want to know how much time has passed
I loved you once when I was ten when your eyes had nothing but hope
they're empty now and full of doubt
I don't think you want to know just how my mind works
if you did one or both of us would be dead
from the explosion building up inside my head.
YOU ARE READING
Milligrams and Micronothings
PoetryBecause in the end, all those milligrams and micrometers are nothings, right? and in the end, i am just a girl, and in the end, you are just a reader, a reason, and eyes. A collection of random sometimes dark (mostly) and weird type poems. if you re...
