so there's this whirlpool in me,
it runs on thoughts I'm tryna supress
instead of water.
showed no signs of
shutting the hell up.
then you just walked in
and silenced it for good.
your problems became mine,
and this whirlpool lost it's purpose.
i wont trip incase it comes back,
seen enough lows to
not get intimidated by anything.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
