I hate you
But I know I'll never say it
Because the words that burn
And flicker on my tongue
Are words I'll never mean
I miss you
Or rather your authenticity
The version that spoke so softly
And yet so simply and sincerely
I want you
To be close to me again
But I know you'd rather
Go run with your other whores
Than ever find me again
I wish for you
To feel the things I feel
Because sometimes the burning
Is so engulfing and turning
And so senselessly numbing
That I wish for once you could feel
So hopelessly lost I am.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoezjaNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
