My Unstable Poetry

dark

I tend to like things dark
Whether it's a room or my head
They both give me some space
A dark room with no one there but me
My thoughts to my self
left alone in a plunk of creativity
dark as my head
no, not the external but the in
Internal
Every time I breathe that word  I breath it out
My head is a place that you wouldn't like
Full of spaced out apologies
and me wondering what I'm doing here
Sometimes I think if I  change the way I speak it'll effect me
But I've already been affected
Off-the tone hang ups and common misconceptions
Let's just stop
And accept the fact
That there's is none
When it comes to me
and the dark