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#angry-at-myself
I... I'm .. I.. I'm sorry please forgive me. I don't know what I've done but I think I broke you. and I understand your life is a roller coster and that Sometimes existing is too much of a weight to bear And I get the fact your walk in closet Is  stuffed to the brim with the skeletons of your past And I understand. that those useless bags of flesh and bones keep trying to come back to life and crawl out of the back door and into your mind but I cant help feel that im to blame, And I know im not.. but I think I broke you and I know my well timed excuses threw a spanner in the tracks of your roller coster but I thought i was going o.k. And I know the grip i have on you isn't deadly... but ive realised that you are nowhere near mine.. you can walk away at any moment and im still the one at fault. but I love  you you cought me in both arms when The only other option was to land on my  face so please dont let me fall now all This time i thought you where a porcelain doll.. who knew i was made of craft paper
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
us souls, fragile creatures.