Everything about this feels wrong
Like there was an opportunity missed
Maybe a poor decision made
Maybe I'm forcing it
I don't fucking know
Why do I feel so
Inadequate
Spurned
Duped?
Wishful thinking
At every instance
When reality isn't present
Aren't I supposed to be
Vexed
Repulsed
Mortified
By you?
Instead, I'm still forcing myself
Convincing myself
Requiring myself
That I do not
Will not
Won't ever again
Be so enamored with you.
I lied
To myself
And to you
I can't detach myself
From you
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoëzieThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
