I'm happy, honey, when you're here
My lips automatically bend into a wide curl
And my stomach does summersaults inside
My heart leaps out of my chest and clutches to yours
But my mind, my mind races
Races with the infinite fear, with the inevitable that the future holds
The irrationality that only my inner soul knows
That causes the chords of my vocal to wobble
The fear that I shouldn't be so happy
That this joy is temporary, that sooner than everything
You'll realize that I'm not worth it
That your fingers hurt picking up my broken pieces
That your magical hands deserve much more than my dirty heart
That your gorgeous eyes don't deserve to see the mess that I am
That you'll sooner than later see how wrong your perception of my beauty was
And you'll see me as the worthless person I believe that I am.
this stems from one of my very real fears, fear to be happy. That if I'm very happy , the pain is waiting for me at the door.
comment and tell me how you like it.
love,
A
YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PoetryShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
