being you is like being on a roller coaster,
a seesaw of emotions,
that i don't want.
fire and ice,
we don't belong,
and yet you seem so addicted to me,
whilst i rather throw you into the trash.
you try to evaporate eh ice that encases my heart with your inferno that erupts from your desire.
you want me but i don't want you.
i need you gone.
i just know you'll hurt me like the rest,
so leave like everyone else,
it's meaningless to help what's already dying
i resent you with the utmost passion,
and yet you still can't leave me alone.
i'd rather be isolated in the jungle of my mind,
with no visitors
especially not one who's willing to break down my walls,
i don't want or need the sunshine.
just let me die out in the twilight.
like a wreaking ball, you forced your way into my head,
my life, my mental state.
trespassing in my deepest thoughts, my secrets.
get out.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
