each emotional wound becomes an inkwell of blood. each crack in my unstable mind lets in sunlight. each dent in my ego catches rainwater and dreams. everything is repurposed,all lemons squeezed dry for my metaphorical lemonade.
but no matter what/
I'm not
made of talent
but/ no matter what I'm /
still inferior/
no matter what, I'll still be/
a shell of wasted/
potential, each mile / traversed
there's two ran away/
no matter how I /
use and abuse myself, I /
am still
useless
in their eyes. /
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
each emotional wound becomes an inkwell of blood. each crack in my unstable mind lets in sunlight. each dent in my ego catches rainwater and dreams. everything is repurposed,all lemons squeezed dry for my metaphorical lemonade.
but no matter what/
I'm not
made of talent
but/ no matter what I'm /
still inferior/
no matter what, I'll still be/
a shell of wasted/
potential, each mile / traversed
there's two ran away/
no matter how I /
use and abuse myself, I /
am still
useless
in their eyes. /
villanelle are too hard
