Time is a slut and so is growth.
Going through things i never asked to go through.
Winters and summers recycling my body cells.
But nothing too soft for me to run
smooth.I'm attached to you by the ropes of the truth
The truth is a love I'll never lose.
But i gotta go i gotta leave you behind on the shelf.
And I'll end up unforgiven by my own self
And I'll end up in streets of heartache and shake.
And I'll end up eying a groom with a love that's fake.
And I'll end up in love with you again, for God's sake!
Stop the time, save my youth.
After all this time, crying on the roof.
Seeing your eyes in the sunlight above.
Thinking about your childhood and your uneven tooth.
But years from now you're still enduring my brain.
Having a giant seat, leaving on my heart a bloody stain.
And on my mouth a catchy song that I've grown used to: hallucinating your name.
Years from now, i have to let go of you, I'll be ran out of my depth.
And trust my words when i say I'll be forever unforgiven by my own self.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.