I'm bizarre.
My lightweight consciousness
always held
that door open
for me to peek in,
wherein
I stood
in the middle
of the fight.
If I were
to ever enter,
I may
never come back.
All that remains
in my heart
is just those
slashing words
of yours.
By the end of my life,
all the things
that remind me
of you
are just the
never-ending torment.
................
YOU ARE READING
Needing space for words
PoetryIt's sunny today, but my mind bears a heavy rainfall of sadness, anxiety, depression, and even the memories of us. I just wish you could hear me. Even if I give no reason... _______
