Maybe it's silly to be so caught up.
A balloon is no good if it's tangled, after all.
Maybe I should just sever the ropes that tied you to me,
And float off into the sky.
But somewhere I know that that isn't going to work.
I think I'm done, and free.
And another rope winds around me
Before I've even moved an inch.
I think I'm finally out of your grasp,
But seconds later you tie me up,
Like a boat you care too much about and don't want to lose.
No offence,
I wish you would lose it.
-An ode to mental illness
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
