The taste of your affection
lingered in my heart.
You gave me just enough
that I wouldn't fall apart.
Your love was a beacon
I couldn't pull away,
but that light will burn out
and my love for you will decay.
Vines creep up the wall
of a now-abandoned castle.
Your written words on the stones
have now become a hassle.
You leech off my pain
but I still want to stay.
Your effects are permanent
and my mind is your clay.
Mold me into the person
you want me to become,
soon you will realize
you can't do anything with scum.
But I guess leeches like scum
that's probably why you're still here.
My castle is now a crumb
and you are my puppeteer.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
