I'm tired.
I fall apart every night.
I'm weak.
I can't put myself back together anymore.
I'm hurting.
I don't want to lose you.
I'm scared.
I won't be enough, again.
I'm acting.
I'm not very convincing.
I'm numb.
I'm sure that you see this pain.
You're tired.
You fall apart too.
You're strong.
You always put yourself together.
You're hurting.
You haven't told me why.
Are you scared?
I don't think you're afraid to lose me.
You're acting.
But you're usually convincing.
Are you numb?
I can see that pain.
YOU ARE READING
Darkness's Descending
PoetryI wrote some poems and I'll try to publish at least once a week :) Don't take them please, I will find you and take credit. Should I attempt to publish this as a whole book when there's like 80 poems in it?
