You make me forget how to write.
Making it hard for me to find anyone to talk to.
Without anyone to talk to I sit in pain
A mind numbing pain.
I can't repeat to my pencil what my mind has already lived through.
My pages can't catch tears that have already fallen, i feel like I'm wearing my clothes inside out, my heart on my sleeve, doing everything I said that I'd never have the courage to do.
My mind, is weak.
Weak like this unpowered poem.
That's so indifferent from the rest.
Because just like every single poem I wrote, they all
fall back
To you.
YOU ARE READING
Headaches, Malfunctions, and funny little Skeletons.
PoetryThe last 8 years of my life. [under construction 9/25/17] [still under construction 2/26/20] [still under construction, unfortunately 5/03/21] [construction on pause 07/07/22]
