Fingers, thumbs and headaches.
I'm clumsy and unsure.
My head is telling me one thing,
But my gut is telling me more.
Be safe and don't challenge yourself
It tells me, timid and shy.
Overthink everything, says my heart,
Keep on asking why.
Ask why did he leave,
Was it something you did?
Did you love him too much?
Or did he simply just want rid
Of all your whining and moaning
Of your constant stress
Of you always needing attention...
Go on, have a guess.
I shake and I ask.
I ask and I shake.
But I can't shake the thoughts
That are keeping me awake.
I fumble and fall,
I feel trapped in the world.
Like my mind is a prison
And my trial has unfurled.
Guilty, they say.
But guilty, why?
Because of love and passion?
Or am I truly the bad guy?
I'm all fingers, thumbs and headaches.
My thoughts all in a spin.
Why did he leave, you ask.
Well where do I begin?
YOU ARE READING
Besotted and Blind
PoetryPoems or a stream of thought about the end of a relationship. The love was one sided. There are plenty more, just seeing if they're wanted first. If there are any grammatical errors please let me know.
