I've lost my mind. I mean it's here but it's not here. I think its lost the way to my head.
I should of left bread crumbs, but that's too messy. I should let it be. Because if it was truly my mind it would come back... right? I mean it was my mind but not entirely mine because inside of it jumbles of mispronunciation, unfinished books, movie quotes I've come to memorize and names of restaurants I'll never eat from...maybe that's why it left, I'm filling it up with inconvenient terms it got scared and ran away. I've lost my mind and no amount of "have you seen signs " could bring it back. I've neglected your want to nurture yourself with words, with your thirst to write I've pushed your opinions and made you feel small. I am sorry I wish I could bring back the spark you had but I've lost that too. I'm lost without you
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YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
