“I’ve been all drained of inspiration,
There is no stimulation;
My love is beginning to fail,
My muse is bleeding so much poetry,
But I can’t cup my hands and hold
Onto the musings to slowly feed upon it.
I want to tear my eyes out
For feeling so dissatisfied and blaming
Myself, you and then myself,
After all this time.
I DON’T LOVE HIM, I DON’T LOVE HIM!
My brain screams as he arrives
And plays all the songs I have ever loved
But then he gives me a sweet smile,
And my heart settles and gently,
Whispers over all the indecision,
Silly girl, of course you love him but
You just really hate yourself for it.”
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
“I’ve been all drained of inspiration,
There is no stimulation;
My love is beginning to fail,
My muse is bleeding so much poetry,
But I can’t cup my hands and hold
Onto the musings to slowly feed upon it.
I want to tear my eyes out
For feeling so dissatisfied and blaming
Myself, you and then myself,
After all this time.
I DON’T LOVE HIM, I DON’T LOVE HIM!
My brain screams as he arrives
And plays all the songs I have ever loved
But then he gives me a sweet smile,
And my heart settles and gently,
Whispers over all the indecision,
Silly girl, of course you love him but
You just really hate yourself for it.”
