my dreams
are a better place, for me.
i think
they call it
schizophrenia; and
me schizophrenic.
i'll also tell you the reason,
of me
being schizophrenic.
it's because,
my dreams
are my escape;
the only place, where
y o u
don't leave me alone
with the demons underneath my bed,
that are now, hiding inside my head, because
everyone knows the obvious place,
by now.
YOU ARE READING
y o u
Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...
