Each breath of solitude is an escape from the chaos that is you. Each moment in your presence is like being stuck on the edge of the tide as wave after wave hits me from all directions; battering my body and my spirit.
Your constant demands on my time - my emotions and empathy - exhaust my will and my motivation. I long for the harbor of peace, in the storm that is you.
Yet each time you call out for me; I race willingly to your side. I give you my everything knowing that you will take it without remorse or thankfulness in your heart.
I give you my love in the hope that one day someone on this earth will think me worthy of the same.
We can finally talk again And I want to see you around But I'm just so tired Of talking right now And I'd rather die Than let you down But I'm just so tired Of people right now
I’m starting to feel Less and less poetic Like a part of me Is slowly being drained But not replaced Hollow and shallow I cannot not be a poet For it has grown to be A huge important part of me Assisting in who I am And what I want to be But I already feel stranded Far out in the sea
Mondays are a drain they are dementors they feel like an anvil they taste like recovery and exhaustion like your neck isnt strong enough and your brain is rebooting i am constantly troubleshooting at life looking for a solution to make getting out of bed easier
A wilted lettuce leaf, I am. Look how weak every crease happens to be, and how sad it is to see me, limp and soggy, Skin turned dark, An unforgettable, unpleasant sight; Such an unforgiving body, I have.
