confusion
it's the luxury you bring me into,
it's the party I always attend to,
it's the way you come back, I can't avoid you,
it's the things you make me do,
it's engraved like a tattoo,
it's the prettiest view,
it's the most memorable déjà vu,
it's the pain that tingles through,
it's the sugar that's added to,
it's the salt that burns ice, leaving my skin navy blue,
it's the bitterness, leaving a sour taste, piecing me in 2,
it's the lies being so sweet, which you pursue,
it's me being confused of this mess I landed into,
it's me in the middle of the night having no clue,
it's me, the easiest book to read, who is again left with...
...confusion.
13.01.2019
Author's note:
On #8 - poem, all the love ♥️
A.R.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
