Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2019
Speak the words
you let lie in your throat,
the spiteful synonyms
these cruel anecdotes.
Trap me with a ***** look
you cast my way,
let your insults hook
all of my willingness to stay.
Inevitably you can find
another reason to say nothing,
yet I can only remain to be kind
for the sake of merely having something.
Holding onto this pain
for all the fear of being alone again.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
293
   ---, --- and B
Please log in to view and add comments on poems