would it kill you
to pour me a drink
instead of splashing
it on my face?
it was this moment
that took me ages
to find the courage
to find the strength
i fucking needed
giving me shit
won’t do
tell me you’ve missed me
i would’ve appreciated it
much better
don’t rely on to me
for something you can’t do
that i can
i might fuck it up
and i will fuck it up
give me a scissor
to cut my hair
give me a rubber band
for my itching skin
that fear i’ve been feeling
is ten times worse
duplicating like they’ve been
sprinkled with magic
don’t pretend to care
when all you’ve done is
running the other way
instead of slowing down
your pace to be by my side
i’m scared
this world ain’t for me
YOU ARE READING
Beneath The World
Poetrya melancholic born writer who once turned to self-destruction for comfort.
