I have been so lonely for so long Craving an intimacy I cannot find That when I come across any affection I fall so deep. Hopelessly pining for someone Who considers me a casual encounter How could you let me hold you like that If I meant nothing If we could have nothing How could you let me ******* like that kiss you like that Want you like that And then be nothing My love turned to hate My hate turned to rage And now I am scared Of my enduring anger
I write to release these confusing Tumultuous tempers Tumbling tenaciously Tearing through my soul Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't But what else would the poet do?
I tried to stay sober this morning I dragged myself to the gym Amid unholy thoughts Stemming from betrayed trust Perhaps exercise is the cure For us lonely beings
I've started writing this poem a hundred times, But every time I start it becomes too painful, So I delete it and start again, But I'm tired of starting again, So you can have this poem in its unfinished state. I'm not scared to be incomplete anymore
As I write the pain eases My chest becomes lighter The constriction like venemous jaws Circling like a Boa Tightening Until I flood the page with my hurt And it escapes my heart It's been a few years I've been like this I miss being that carefree child
Some men don't go to therapy This is my therapy Thank you for visiting the shrine of my soul. Thank you for appreciating.
She was so scared Terrified that I made her cold heart Feel the warm emotions that hasn't visited It for years So she got scared She pushed me away Her beautiful face encasing A rotten soul