My body aches.
My stomach in knots.
Thoughts racing in and out.
Damn I'm tired of this.
Sleepless nights regretting my mistakes.
Learning to forgive and forget no longer mean a thing.
Everything just seems pointless.
Talking to you isn't as satisfying as it was.
Maybe I'm finally getting over you.
Maybe I've figured out how to keep the dogs at bay.
No longer are they chewing at their leashes,
begging to be set free.
For I have given them something to chew on,
while I figure you out.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
