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Apr 2020
The pain is constant and so clear
My need for you is masking my fear
Fear of losing what could have been
For a chance at whirlwind that may be fun
My ability to love is great
It equals my ability to agitate
The  night moves closer and I am lost
I feel often what love has cost
I mask it by being fun and me
But truly I wreck everything that I see
It’s painful cuz I’ve never known
What it’s like to have a home
I like the independent Mike
But seriously what is there to like
A man who can’t give all
Isn’t a man at all
Written by
Michael Southerland
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