every ***** must be floating in my self-
loathing, my brain detached and sparking
in the fluid, crying out to me, logically
*get off the balcony, Romeo isn't who
he appears to be*
and my lungs are flooding quickly, but
my heart beats without the need to
breathe,
every piece of me is independent,
and yet they all ache from the same **** pain,
and I hate the credit I'm giving you
just by waking up, trying impossibly
to forget you - I hate you, I swear to God,
I hate you for making me weak, for making me
believe this ache was caused by you and not me
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
every ***** must be floating in my self-
loathing, my brain detached and sparking
in the fluid, crying out to me, logically
*get off the balcony, Romeo isn't who
he appears to be*
and my lungs are flooding quickly, but
my heart beats without the need to
breathe,
every piece of me is independent,
and yet they all ache from the same **** pain,
and I hate the credit I'm giving you
just by waking up, trying impossibly
to forget you - I hate you, I swear to God,
I hate you for making me weak, for making me
believe this ache was caused by you and not me
I should have ended this poem long ago, but I still have so much to say but I don't know how to convert rage and pain into words.
