im sorry for the disruption
i hope ive made no interruption
but there is something erupting in my heart
and its tearing me apart
pins and needles in my chest
i think this isnt whats best
because if this is what they call love
than i think ive had enough
shaky hands wobbly legs
my heart hurts as he begs
anxious and clingy
are things i dont want to be
i think im better off on my own
im sorry to leave you all alone
but its for the best
because if this is what they call love
i dont want the rest.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
