There are no right words
No artisticly written song
No perfectly thought out explination
To describe this sick thing
Eating me inside
Hollowing me out
And leaving a dull aching
Leaving everything I said wrong
Every time I've felt helpless
Watching you slowly slip away
Watching you get a little more lost
A little more hurt
A little more gone
Because this dark thing
That's been eating me
Choking me
Constricting me
Becoming me
Claimed you first
YOU ARE READING
Free Fall
PoetrySometimes we just have those thoughts that need to be written. Fun fact, these poems are all about different people and times in my life.
