My mind races for you,
Am I in a heaven?
Babe everything's blurry
Who are these people and why did you
just slap me?
You've been speeding all your life
But those brakes do exist
And they should be used
Sweaty hands, midnight stares
He just threatened to break my neck
And hag guy over there, with the baggy pants,
who is he
Let's slow it down and stop
We run our lives
I can no longer see you
People are crowding me, back hitting jagged bricks
Babe I can't breathe with cheap smells and your cologne, please stop
Stop, I'm crying
Stop, I'm laughing
Stop, we're done
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
