why dont you just lie
and run off on your own again
in your dumb little head
saving everything just to wake up
realizing it's so much worse than you imagined ?
let me tell you something
while you hang off the edge of your cliff
grasping at the straws you're aware are fading
feeling yourself losing grip
knowing that in a matter of minutes,
seconds,
you'll fall off and finally get your wish
that you have it so much better
than you could ever imagine
it's what you tell yourself all the time kid
it only gets worse
and as I look at myself in the reflection of the screen
I wish we'd just let go four years ago
instead of pretending to run back
and change everything before it even started
YOU ARE READING
fallen leaves and zebra prints
PoetryA collection of bad poems (again.) "you can't be that desperate" is a collection of my older poems. My newer ones will go on here.
