i was waning, wanting
more from you
cos you were not
enough for me.
somewhere
along the lines
you grew lazy.
you approached me
as if
i wouldn't leave
as if
i'd love you
unconditionally
despite you
growing slack.
unconditional- what is that?
it's my fault, me claiming
something i couldn't define
at all.
saying things with
half a heart.
growing annoyed with your love
like someone else could compare
like if you weren't there,
i wouldn't care.
i give myself too much credit
your love, i'd never forget it.
but sometimes i want you to feel the anger that's under my veins,
displaced
just below the surface of skin
my blood boils with pain
and how lonely it would be
to feel it by myself.
so here's something we can share, from me to you.
YOU ARE READING
PILLOW
Poetrywhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
