my mind and heart and soul are empty.
i try to shove anything i can into this hole,
knowing fully well that nothing will fit.
i shove food into the hole,
material items into the hole,
online attention and compliments into the hole,
but none of them fit.
but i keep trying.
i keep fitting squares into a pentagram,
triangles into circles,
toothpicks into key locks.
but nothing will ever slot as perfectly into this empty hole as your prescence does.
you can so easily fill the empty hole with love,
and warmth,
and sweet kisses,
and milk and honey.
you are the key to my lock,
and you haven't been around for awhile,
so i've been feeling so empty.
maybe you can come by awhile and fill this terrible emptiness,
this loneliness,
this depression,
and make everything better,
if only for a day.
YOU ARE READING
everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poesiaif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
