My my my,
Just laying here, I don't know what I've done
to myself, to their thoughts of me,
what he does think
I don't mean for him to see it
but there is a little voice in my head
it tells me to tell him
to cry to him and to ask him to help me
but I am no idiot.
or at least, I will say that, because maybe
I think I will regret it afterwards,
Besides, he doesn't even know me anyway
My my my,
what have I gotten myself into
my eyes are prickled with hurt,
dry with loss.
now, I almost want him to see me
here, as I am, where the light can expose my flaws
my my my,
Little and afraid, alone and in the dark
What have you done?
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
