I just can't take it.
I feel this is non-existent.
Like I'm hanging from a limb,
reaching for a hand,
that was never really there.
It's all in my head isn't it?
Simply a figment of my imagination.
I suppose I'm daydreaming once more.
That explains why you stayed.
That's why you're still standing here.
It's all just a mirage.
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!
