WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?
What's on my mind?
You ask me,
yet I also don't
know what's inside.
Its complexity just
completely explodes
in my mind, I don't
know any reason why.
That's why I wonder —
why are you inside?
Dominating, triggering
the hidden scars that hide.
Why do I see you,
inside the darkness
that lurks inside
my broken mind?
Maybe that's why
the both of us stay silent
once I ask your grave,
"what's on your mind?"
pam.
YOU ARE READING
Life, as it is
PoezjaA set of words, phrases, stanzas, and sentences describing the cycle of how I fell for him, and how he hurts me undescribably.
