I am not the best
at getting out what
I feel towards you
or how I feel about myself
in relation to
you.
I feel as though I am the
thorn of your rose.
an ugly, nasty
tumour
creating a dent on
your beauty.
for you could have so
much more
when it comes to
appearance
as well as
personality.
I look
at every other
beautiful girl,
wishing for their
flowing hair,
pursed lips,
and perfect body,
before retreating back
to my caverns
to cry for you -
for you could have
any of them
but chose a
stone-faced gremlin -
a hideous piece
of regurgitated
flesh.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
