"ulled" poems
Who am I?
Who should I be?
Why cant I find my place in world full
choices?
I know that I'm everyone's cup of tea,
more like the tea bag just feeling used.
I pray for peace and self acceptance.
Knowing I need to love me before I can
find where I truly need to be.
Pulling in different directions
barely holding on, my strength depleting.
I'm weak and so tired,
just wanna fold into myself until
it all passes. but the darkness there
can be deafening too.
C.F2015
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
it doesn't happen. So. often.
waking with the tears° in° my° eyes°
ive gone 23 days withoutathoughtofyou
Ok...ma _ y _ be a few
the tears flow none/the/less
so//i supppse//i'm still st. U. ck I; guess
I think//I think//Toooooo MuCH
keep {shuf{flin{ggg through
it'snotevenreallyaboutyou
~ who/who,.. I barely even knew
it's the 》flight》 you found and how the ^hope^ you planted healedthesore
...oh hell; I-don't-really-know-anymore
your words s. e. E. p. Ed in&p; _ ulled the trigger; on a belief of what was pos/si/ble;
a ch _ ance #something bigger,...
,... Ididn'tevenknowthat I needed
It's a bitter bite that now lives. in. my. chest.
having caught-a-glimpse-at-what-was-best
...in me,..in you... in po\ten\\tial\\\...in truth
,...but then, a>>>>>gain...
That's _ what _ poets _ do _______
& the ~poet ~ is ~ you
you own. ed. me with. words.
Idon'tknowifi'llever ,...,...recover
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
the words we
wrote on our
slitted pieces
of paper wer
e all lies and
i hope that w
hoever pulls
our old batt
ered notebo
ok out of th
e dusty ches
t in the man
or falling ap
art that we r
ulled with p
aper hats an
d painted na
ils knows tha
t our love wa
sn't really me
ant to be.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC