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Feb 2018
I thought I would feel,
feel something
I expected to feel to much,
per usual
There was no rush of adrenaline
No hot breath rising in my chest
My heart was a calm steady beat
I felt cheated of passion
Am I a broken clock?
Right twice a day
Just ticking away
I thought I wanted this,
wanted you
Now I am not so secure
In this desire
I feel a fool,
per usual
I feel empty
So busy overthinking
I turn you over in my head
Like a piece of food in my mouth
But I do not savor the flavor
So I swallow my pride
If that is what you call it
I cannot have my cake and eat it to

Some things seem more appealing behind the glass
Once you take a bite you remember, the taste of disappointment
I don't even know where I am anymore.
Lexie
Written by
Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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     Lexie and kim
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