Desire
Like a pang of fire in my chest
I am bereft of words
My mind is a web of thoughts
A tangled mess of emotion
There is a desperation
It lies within those who know unrequited love
We don't receive the attention
We are not the thoroughbreds of the race
Perfection be damned
We use our words
But again of those I am bereft
When I see you
I bleed
My soul seeps out
I am left with a void
My sanity is lost
Why am I allured by you
Your toxicity
Like absinthe
I hallucinate
Daydream
Pine for your love
But you would rather have perfection
Symmetrical, streamlined, perfection
I am jagged
A perfect blade cuts clean
Minimal damage, precise in its delivery
A dull jagged blade destroys the flesh
Rips the skin and creates a unsightly scar
Would you rather have the scar?
A story to tell?
Or do you want the perfect cut
The cut above the rest?
Scars reinforce the body
Harden it
Temper it
I could be that scar
That story
That outward mark
A badge of honor
Go ahead
Pursue the Romeo
He kills himself in the end
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Fleeting Thoughts
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poetry that I tend to write when there is a lot on my mind. I hope that my words can help bring some of those who feel the same way some clarity and insight. Otherwise it may sound like a bunch of nonsense. But to me, it m...
