I'm in over my head
But there will be time for sleep
When I'm dead
Then I'll be yours to keep
Built into
The color of your eyes
Your blue
Is worse than goodbye
Yet I have time
To build a better me
To be kind
To get rid of the anxiety
That you gave
With all of your threats
When you rave
This is what you get
Now I leave
And then never again
Will I be
Something to bend
Let alone break
For I won't surrender
Until it takes
My hazy brain color
Until I know
God has fallen asleep
Even though
I've lost my feet
I'm strong
And though unwell
It's too long
Until I go to hell
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Collection ♡ Republished
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
