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Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021
I used to follow my mind
Until I discovered it had no clue
Where to find it
Or what to do, if it did
My heart holds this riddle
I take his hand
Our travels are now within
Within me
He knows where to find it
He knows where to search
What I must do

Our path is inward
I follow blindly
Slowly at first with a firm grip
But as my faith quickens
So does my pace
I begin to loosen my grip
My walk becomes a run
The run a leap
The leap a fall
I let go

I’m falling
Falling into me
Helplessly falling
Endlessly falling
Disappearing now
Into love
I find and am found
I got this weird feeling about you, as if I knew
that one day you would be my boo

I chase other boys
to fill up the void
the empty space you left
as you began to ignore my text

I still crave you
do you want me too?

emotion against brain cell
is this heaven or hell?

feels like I’m stuck in between
I can’t escape what could have been

so I will just wait for you
maybe one day you’ill have it too
this weird feeling about me being your boo

- gio, 10.04.2020

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