The stickiness of the gel
That never leaves your fingers
The smell that forever lingers
The distaste that stays at
the back of your mouth.
It could be annoying to have
But inevitable to give.
clingy,,,,, im so clingy
ugh relationships r hard
im tryna not be so e m o ti o n a l l y d e p e n d e n t
i'm sorry if i write my poems from the way i should feel...
This is a cry of a person dissatisfied
the faint feeling of a blank stare stating:
Here I look upon the world,
to which I am dreadfully attached
I regret to love it so much
as I cling on harshly, gaping;
it is full of distaste and resentment.
I tried to see everything in it,
I have lived and saw life without grace
and sin devours envy controls hate
and men die holding their pride
and selfishness corrupted the soul.
It is without a doubt that I -
who swore to be free of the earth
withheld of freedom and deemed memory
a clean slate again.
The more you try to tell me
What is right
And what is wrong,
What I should do
And what I should not,
The more you make me
Want to face-plant
Into a wood chipper.
You continue to speak.
I wonder how many times I have to hit my head against the wall until I can forget everything she said to me?
My voice explodes from within my soul,
hatred stemming from my broken heart,
blinded by smoke from your heart of coal,
wondering how we tore apart.
While fire emanated from our love,
the heat became too hot to handle,
I should wear a glove when holding you,
but my insatiable hunger I cannot resist.
You are the dinner I have slaved for,
a great idea, soon to be a chore.
Like a child biting a hot meal,
only to be reprimanded by mother,
a kiss from you I will steal,
even if the smoke does smother.
Glimpsed of innocence
Words from strangers
A lot in common
Wine and smiles
Remnants of disrespect
Cracks in the ice
The inevitable rift
The corrosion of moments.
— The End —