my heart is bitter
it's canvas filled gray
it's emotions mixed with these thoughts
always seeming astray.
engulfed by burning insecurities,
clothed with these walls
water rising by the seas
hightide come and falls.
my mind is sloppy
going downhill
the skies in it being hazy
which the rain always fill.
one two three
i have always hated me
four five six
the words on my head on repeat.
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
