Love
That's what I'm in
That's what they call it
But it just hurts
A lot matter of factly
It's driven me to sadness
Kept me in its dark corner
No windows or doors
No light or way out
It travels throughout your body
Making you heavy and sulk
Salt rich tears and aching hearts
Weak limbs and weight lost
You aren't you anymore
You're a walking robot
No emotions no goals
Just hurt .
From love
YOU ARE READING
Inconvenience
PoetryRants or poems Some of everything Some of nothing Pick your hurt Pick your poison Lift up your soul
