I've forgotten how it feels to be loved
Though I don't think I ever really knew what it's like in the first place
It's been so long since I've had the illusion of intimacy
I'm beginning to miss it
And that's dangerous
A stupid, desperate
Pink haired little
Narcissist
Longing for that idea
That whisper of a figment of imagination that is unattainable
Does it exist?
Is it just in the movies and stories
There to fool those like me into temptation
Devastation
I'd love to say I've given up
But as I sit in my
Big
Blue
Bed
and cling onto the past
and beg for a future
I know
We all know
and I feel and can't feel all at the same time
and I love and can't love all at the same time
and I cry and can't cry all at the same time
And I live and can't live all at the same time
And I look for someone or something to blame
but how can you place a criminal charge that large all on one singular being?
and how do I repair this molecule deep desecration of my existence?
~S~
YOU ARE READING
Restricted
PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
