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too often i find myself feeling like my head is a balloon full of helium tethering itself to my neck by a ribbon curled with an open pair of scissors too often i find myself telling myself that this isn’t a good way to feel, that this is how it started last time, that i should eat more food, drink less coffee but more ***** too often i taste him underneath my fingernails and wonder how long it will take for my cuticles to forget him and wonder when the nightmares might give it a rest, because i could use some sleep.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
too often
too often i find myself feeling like my head is a balloon full of helium tethering itself to my neck by a ribbon curled with an open pair of scissors too often i find myself telling myself that this isn’t a good way to feel, that this is how it started last time, that i should eat more food, drink less coffee but more ***** too often i taste him underneath my fingernails and wonder how long it will take for my cuticles to forget him and wonder when the nightmares might give it a rest, because i could use some sleep.
cassandra-
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
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