if you want to leave me,
for whatever reason that camouflages your insecurities for commitment,
please do not leave me to my own thoughts.
it's an inhabitable spiral of dwindling truth, distorted clarity and mindless youth.
i would leave your arms gladly but please do not push me into something i've struggled to escape.
metaphors made everything seem nicer,
but the truth is, that's exactly what we want.
we only believe what's pleasing to the ear.
inaudible cries and overindulgence of thoughts are masked with the cascades of forceful smiles.
i don't expect you to read beneath the lines,
magic exists because illusion deceives.
so please, leave me, when i have the state of mind to carry on.
YOU ARE READING
FOREST ✰ POETRY
Poesie❝ i took some food for thought, it might be poisoned. ❞ POETRY | PROSE | THOUGHTS © walkinglovesong 2017 HR : 190 | POETRY
