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Jul 2014
Things in your head can’t be said in words,
You try and write them all down; it’s only making it worse,
Got to run away from you because you’re only making me hurt,
Every moment we’re close I always just end up on my knees in the dirt,
Now you,
Are the best,
That I,
Can do

Focus on the thought,
That I am here and not lost,
It takes a lot to make yourself a ghost and yet forgot,
Say things I don’t want, do things I can’t stop,
Make you hate who I am and become who I’m not,
Now you,
Are the test,
That I just,
Can’t do

Now the test is whether or not that you want it enough,
The boat isn’t sturdy and the seas can be rough,
Time to raise all the stakes and read all the bluffs,
This is the race that you run to try and fall in love,
Now you,
Are the best,
That I,
Can do

Now I think love this girl but she’s already left,
Just a bottle of ***** on the floor and her smell in my bed,
There’s something in my mind now I’m all at a loss,
Just I miss her in my head and a fissure in my heart,
Pain and pleasure both at once and I can’t tell them apart,
Now what,
Am I,
Supposed,
To do?

Now I’m looking half dead and you better believe,
That the words that you read are only meant to deceive,
I’m not who I am and that’s a hell of a relief,
Lost in a maze of dead ends and these ideas that I weave
Now you,
Are the best,
That I,
Can do,
And I,
Don’t know how,
To make you,
Love me,
Like I,
Love you
Bryn Dawes
Written by
Bryn Dawes  Essex
(Essex)   
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