i'm not at ease.
he's back.
not in the form of a ghost
but in flesh.
my mind is fighting with my heart
and my heart is fighting with itself.
aching for him and aching because of him.
i really wish you never.
internal turmoil causing me to suffer each hour of the day
but at every hour your laughter takes it all away.
my demon and angel in one.
i want you to leave but i want you to stay.
i don't know anything anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
