I just tinker with words
Unsure of anything
Unsure of it all
I just want someone
To grab my mechanical, jagged heart
And try not to stomp it out of disgust
Because at least it's still beating
So sorry if I'm wound up
Because I can tinker with words
I just can't change myself
YOU ARE READING
This is[n't] it
Poetry2021 note- This is more of an archive of old poetry now =) I like poetry. This is my first time doing something public, if not anonymously. I appreciate feedback, as long as it's constructive criticism. Any tips for getting a vague feeling out onto...
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