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May 2016
I say I want time and space,
I say I just want to be on my own.
I tell stories of what I think I want.

Realistically what I want is people around me, to talk to and be with.

When I achieve this I waste it, I ignore them or break my promises. I lead myself back into a spin cycle of the same thing.

Lost once again I search and look for more people. I get close again and let it happen all over again.

This loop carries on forever, I tell myself to stop yet I still long to find my way out of this. Should I instead prepare myself for another iteration?
No idea where this went to
Edward Mcphillips
Written by
Edward Mcphillips  Cheshire, England
(Cheshire, England)   
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   Matthew Reese
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