And thus came my mind.
No more divide.
Black and white as one.
The atmosphere is gray.
So where do I stay?
I don't know what I want.
I flutter and fly.
Into perfect creatures I collide.
What a pity existence.
Why couldn't I be a butterfly?
My wings slowly decay
Day by day
They crumble like ashes
Down goes all passion.
The dark is warm.
The light is warm.
My heart is cold with uncertainty.
A commitment to one and only one.
Diurnal or Nocturnal.
Choose what you want.
There is a hole in my back
No wings, just two large cracks.
Reach in and take a grab.
Make sure I don't scab.
Feel the squish and the ooze
Why does it feel good?
A simple minded moth
Does not think, it just does
Like a puppet it moves
In one direction, not two.
No thoughts, no motions, just follow our directions.
But I am held back.
There are two hands in my back!
What can I possibly do?!
I'm being split apart.
can i return to the start?
Pretend you hate the light.
Authority to those who are forgiven.
I don't want to be an abject.
YOU ARE READING
The poetry book from a sad a** teenager.
PoetryA middle class teenager who literally has it all and doesn't understand why she feels the way she feels. So she is writing a bunch of poems in the hopes of figuring out herself.
