What is love?
No, not the song that jammed in the 1990's.
What particularly does love mean to this loud and obnoxious boy.
The meaning of oblivious has engraved it's definition onto my face.
It is hung neatly above the fireplace that is my scattered brain.
Drifting through the air, shattered pieces speeding at 1,000 miles per hour.
Let me rephrase, I can never seem to grasp the very drippings of love, desire, lust, or even manage to utter a word beyond crush.
I am constantly stumbling through the dark trying to find something I abandoned long ago.
It's left lying in the dirt among broken glass and unwanted toys, left to rot until I can figure out how the fuck to turn around.
I can see him, blind and tumbling down an endless tunnel of darkness. Like get up kid turn around, go back!
But can he go back? No. That trail has shifted, the wind has buried it with thick dust and engulfed it into just a memory.
God does he wish..do I wish, that I could turn around
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A Sea of Poems
PoetryThis is for those who suffer from anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder. Those who struggle to smile everyday for someone else. Those who are lonely, those who are broken, those who are hurting, those who have lost, and those who need someone, or so...
