"darkplace" poems
Pacing in my mind, thinkin of the days I didn't mind having you around
Next thing I knew I was fighting with my mind, it won't let you out
I'm always rejecting the possibility but the probability that it'll propagate to my heart
Is becoming more likely
I allowed you to break every bone in my body but never my heart
But you went for it instead
Lashing out as a result of my incompleteness
Do you think I'll ever get out of this darkplace or I'll carry on in a state of sadboyness
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 2:28 AM UTC