There's no such thing as an apathetic view To hold no values seems to be so sickening Horrible And rather revolting
Yet
It's seems to be all there is An apathetic view I don't care about much besides the lust I crave every so often
It's been almost a year since I could count the stars in your eyes with
A F F E C T I O N
I am since a boy who would cry when forced to hurt others
And now
I am apathetic
I can bring stings to anyone and refuse to sigh I can break trust as easy I can break my bones But I still wish to feel the warm sands of the Sahara across your beautiful and pale skin
Maybe I'm too desperate Even though I get what I want You lovely lady You make me want to learn French and pathetically charm you with it
I am not severely D E P R E S S E D Anymore
I don't want to die Or so it seems at times
This is my first actual poem. I have no clue what to think of it.