The way you say it as if it is a chore,
"You'll have to go speak to her"
You whale in that same flat tone.
You act as if this was my choice.
To be sat here, alone and cold in the dark
I face the judgement of my mind.
And it's telling me to stop. Stop this.
I'd feel better if I could, believe me,
but your senseless moaning never got
me anywhere. Never once got me out.
So stop your droning on, and instead
help me for once. Cause it wasn't your
smiles that ever made me feel better.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
