I have this headache.
This pounding headache.
I believe that it is your fault.
It is always your fault.
It goes, "Thump thump".
And then, "Bump bump".
Throb, Throb.
It's like a Mob, Mob.
Is rioting in my head.
Makes me just wanna jump in bed.
Roll in my covers.
And smother.
All this pain away.
Away, away,
Oh yes.
Yes.
I did say that this was your fault.
It is your fault.
You make my brain go, Thump thump
And I just wanna, Bump bump
You over the head
Maybe just enough until you were half-dead.
Thinking about it.
I'm not sure I thought about it.
I don't wanna, Thump thump you.
I kinda wanna, Cuddle cuddle you.
But I'm not allowed to, am I?
Since I can't, can I?
You're not here.
Not here.
And no matter how much I just wanna strangle you for leaving me.
I can't do it, because you are no longer here with me.
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Random Things Inside My Head
PoetryThe title speaks for itself! Come on in; inside my mind.