maybe
Maybe this is where I will spend the rest of my days.
Here in the depths of my own mind.
Questioning everything around me.
Falling in love with strangers.
That I will probably never see again.
I write these feelings.
The ones that contradict inside me.
The hope for love.
That hate for myself.
The anxiety of life.
And the ever-most unforgettable thoughts that I think
And often contradict inside me.
Maybe this is where I will spend my days
Typing away to an audience of people
Who read for entertainment.
And out of pure luck, they chose this to read.
Maybe this is where I will be.
Drowning in my own thoughts, that I can never get out.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
