I'm hungry,
your smell stings into me like a bee.
I want to taste,
your hands fit into my waist like they're tightly laced.
I'm tired,
your stare brings me into a daze, you should be fired.
I'm jealous,
your charms pull others to you immediately, how do you do that, tell us?
I'm desperate,
you're so fine, you write every base line.
I'm sad,
you're admired by everyone, but you could never understand.
I'm mad,
you're so bitter, so bad.
I'm confused,
you're coldness leaves me bruised.
I'm alone,
you're with all, I'm scrolling through my contacts on my phone.
I'm looking for an answer,
but you won't give me one, you disaster.
26.01.2019
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
