With you I feel complete, Like any awkward pieces that I thought didn't fit found all the right spaces.
When I try to write poetry these days, I feel tone deaf with the words I choose in some ways. "How should I word this, If I say that will readers catch on, will he catch on?" It makes me want to stop.
I would give you all my warmth if I could. Like an ice sickle, I'd crack from being cold and shatter on the cold, hard ground if it meant you'd stay warm.
Some people say my sad brain deceives me, I wonder if it's true?
I didn't want to hate you, but I'm trying to accept that I do. There's no way we will fix this, you're not the right personality type to.
It's becoming so hard to express myself, especially here. It makes me want to crash into the ocean and disappear.
I'd rather be cold with him, than be cold with someone else.