Irony keeps squeezing me
but no blood is excreting.
Searing pain
enough to make me scream,
however that's just
my mind tricking me to
feel that way, now that explains
this invisible pain;
mindfucking, knives rushing to the finish
that never existed
and is yet to.
Since when were my lips on my forehead
and yearning to kiss you?
Flipping me in all directions
yet I'm still your best friend
while I couldn't get a straight answer
but tears before I pass every night
instead;
you fucked around with my head,
yes,
more mindfucking,
and now I'm left to
await the voyage after my body
curls atop the bed
in hopes that you'll be different?
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
