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#imamess
i will admit, i am absolutely terrified as to what is happening i hate not knowing what one is thinking and what's going on and right now, there is a lot of unknowing going on i have so many questions and i have no idea how to voice them to you what are you feeling? what do you want? why me? so many things i just want to ask but i don't know how your feeling and I'm too scared to ask you okay, bad choice of word i'm not scared, i'm anxious of what the outcome of asking could be and questions just lead to more questions and its an infinite cycle Am i supposed to start the chain? Do i just sit here and see if something starts happening? I don't know and i'm so uncertain of everything except how i'm feeling
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
this is what i would call confusion at it's finest
No one buys used *** dolls. Why did I expect you to? Take me off the shelf, Please I encourage it. Pop me. Deflate me until I'm so flat Running me over makes no difference. Running has never been an option. You can't run When you're made of air, Fantasy, And shadows. I just sit hear silently praying That is isn't another test drive. Run me over. Run me over. Run me over. Run.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
For Sale: Two for the Price of One
im a mess, lying on my bathroom floor, its cold and its wet but that fact i feel that at all makes me stay where i am the cold reminds me of an hour before but even then i still couldn't get that off my mind even if i were in my bed wrapped warm and whole i would never forget her hands in yours pulling you down a winding path in the other direction of the what i thought was our home your eyes shone with glee raking her up and down in that short red dress despite the cold whipping wind snapping at my cheeks that were freshly streaked with all the promises you made all the soft touches you gave all the long nights we shared in what i thought was our bed in what i thought was our home in what i thought was true love in our love but i was wrong and now like the time before i met you im a mess once more
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
im a mess