I know that I will not grant you a fraction of a second alone
And that I am constantly blowing up your phone
But please, I beg you, keep humoring me
A deluder I need you to be
How immensely pathetic that I need you so
Even though I discern your answer is no
I cannot continue to sorrow
In this sublime yet asphyxiating light of morrow
So darling, please delude me
Delightful deception, my sole plea
Temperament demands absolute
An existence that bears no fruit
This poem is a manifestation of fear and paranoia. Etched into my brain is a habitual instinct to assume that I am a bother. I believe that I only burden others with my presence, especially those with whom I share a deep connection. Love is hard, and it is not quaint of mind. I extend my support to those brave enough to swim up the river but do not have a fear of drowning. It is paradoxical, but we breathe better when our lungs are submerged underwater.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Poems of an anchor
PoesiaI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
