In a coma for both of us,
After being hit by the bus,
Now that I've awoken, back on my feet,
I count my luck that you're still asleep.
Have I ruined us?
And I, when your face deepens
With that frown,
Try to contort you with positivity and not let you down.
You comfort me,
And it makes me feel guilty
That you are the one to be human.
Maybe you more than I, to have control,
To make things right and not sell your soul,
To be human.
Everything that glistens is gold,
You used to think...
even without drink,
Yet that frosty path has transformed into a bed of feathers
from the stinging nettles,
And I am not under the weather
Because I don't harvest this pain...
My world.
You are human, and
I'm trying to be what I cannot be,
A chrysalis which has rotted on those frosty branches
Simply cannot participate in healthy dances,
simply cannot be human.
Fight my ice with fire so I can be reborn,
So that I too, will not be so torn...
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A/N: Thank you so much everyone for sticking with me so far! I hope you all enjoy my poetry! Xxxx I'd love it if a few of you could consider checking out a few of my other works too!
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Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
