I couldn’t remember the last time I looked at myself in the mirror.
It really does felt like forever.
I have been avoiding my own reflection to restrain myself from thinking.
“When will I reach the point of perfection?”
I couldn’t remember the last time I wrote a poem.
But all I know of is that is what frustrates me the most.
Every time I try,
I would constantly rhyme.
Oh goodness have I lost it?
Why can’t I write?
I couldn’t remember gulping my uneasiness down my throat anymore,
They would all let out as a cry.
Or a prickle of tear.
Either it’s clammy hands,
Or fidgeting around with my fingers.
I can’t seem to get myself together.
I won’t get a grip.
Just bring me to my bed.
Where I would wrap myself in a blanket.
And sit still right there with my hollow mind.
Along with the cracks that made me.
Oh how divine shall this evening be.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
I couldn’t remember the last time I looked at myself in the mirror.
It really does felt like forever.
I have been avoiding my own reflection to restrain myself from thinking.
“When will I reach the point of perfection?”
I couldn’t remember the last time I wrote a poem.
But all I know of is that is what frustrates me the most.
Every time I try,
I would constantly rhyme.
Oh goodness have I lost it?
Why can’t I write?
I couldn’t remember gulping my uneasiness down my throat anymore,
They would all let out as a cry.
Or a prickle of tear.
Either it’s clammy hands,
Or fidgeting around with my fingers.
I can’t seem to get myself together.
I won’t get a grip.
Just bring me to my bed.
Where I would wrap myself in a blanket.
And sit still right there with my hollow mind.
Along with the cracks that made me.
Oh how divine shall this evening be.
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