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Dec 2018
I am mesmerised by something standard
You don’t understand
It’s hard to explain.

I will try my best, though
You see, I have baggage beyond description
It weighs down as your brows raise.

I explain that life has not been easy for me, the memories remind me of that all the time
You look at me, confused, bewildered that someone could hurt me as they have
It curves my lips slightly to know that you think of me so innocently.

I don’t know what love is like, I state, my eyes on the floor whilst yours are on me
You ask what I mean, have I not been with someone before, was that not love?
It felt like lies, hurt, deceit to me, their atrocities screaming at me to be quiet now.

I look away, it’s awkwardly silent
You look to comfort me
It doesn’t mean anything.
Marsh Orian
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Marsh Orian  22/M/England
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