I'm... frustrated. I'm tired.
I tire from being put up on the pyre
to burn for our sins
and you've broken my shins
for walking too fast
without holding your hand
or wearing your ring
but when I do, it stings
and laughs at me from my finger.
It mocks me and tells me that we'll never make it
I do not know how much longer I can fake it
I thought we could do this
I thought we could be
unable to beat.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
