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Sorry if I'm rude or unpleasant
I just can't breath
These whirling winds of conflict
Don't sit well on my shoulders
I don't do well under pressure
Of a blanket and hopeful eyes
Excuse me if I snap
I just have whiplash
Things never sit straight in my mind
I think I've forgotten how to be
Your eyes aren't filled with
Tenderness
And you mouth doesn't match your Fingers
Your ears are filled with filters
And I don't think you can read
How could you possibly feel
the same about me
Or maybe it's me
Turning tricks in my head
That ***** with my logic
My feelings wreak havoc
Numb hearts are better left
Untouched
And broken beings
Who've been put back together
So many times they don't know
What they truly are anymore
Are better left
Alone

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