I wish I could think with this thing in my head
But this whole in my chest keeps pulling me in.
My life is a game of being put on pause or left on read.
I'll just stay alone instead.
A beautiful mind with magical thoughts
Yet my loveliness is still distraught.
Whoever I am, I wish she would show herself.
My consciousness is truly screaming for help.
Heartbreak is only a trick of the mind
I'm afraid I'm running out of time
With the thin lines between love and hate
I don't know which one takes the cake.
YOU ARE READING
Spur of Poems
PoetryI don't consider myself a poet but certain lines tend to float into my head and I think they're pretty good. I started writing during a breakup...sorry in advance for all the heartbreak. This is me amiss my spur of poems.
