I seem to always fall into the cracks between your words.
I can’t seem to land on them.
Believe them.
I’d rather fall into a mysterious black hole
I’ve created to imagine my own version of what you say.
I drive myself crazy.
Not believing.
Not seeing.
Just ruining.
What could be.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
I seem to always fall into the cracks between your words.
I can’t seem to land on them.
Believe them.
I’d rather fall into a mysterious black hole
I’ve created to imagine my own version of what you say.
I drive myself crazy.
Not believing.
Not seeing.
Just ruining.
What could be.
You can be your own worst enemy.
Request permission to use this poem