A feeling
Like every syllable leaving my throat
Is exiting wrong
A feeling
As if I am speaking a foreign language
A curse poorly translated
My mind
It won't turn down like the sounds
The sounds leaving my mouth incorrectly
My mind
I'm trying my best
To say how my emotions are controlling me
My heart
I promise; it's kind
I worry obsessively over love
My heart
It beats for you
I feel how you feel inside
This poem
Is falling apart
It's poles crumbling under their own weight
This poem
Let's me speak my mind
Even if what I say always feels wrongly said
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
