All of us are looking for something,
But a lot of us don't know what.
We wait for that special someone,
And some of us are down on our luck.
Even if that someone does show up,
Sometimes they just don't stay.
Sometimes they're just as fucked,
And they can't handle us all day.
Sometimes they break your heart,
But it feels more like your soul.
And maybe they'll come fix the parts,
But in the meantime, it just snows.
The sun won't come out for you,
And you can't seem to understand why.
You'll sit with a box of tissues,
But eventually you'll be fine.
YOU ARE READING
Mistaken
PoetryA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
