Running in circles until I cant remember what I wanted in the first place can become tedious work when the rest of the room is spinning with you.
Its gotten so that I cant recall the faces of the people who stared at me with love until I found a way to screw it up.
Cold dark circles find their way into my bleeding mind, making a home in my torn brain cells.
Torn both literally and figuratively;
Torn between her,
Torn between them,
Torn between myself and the rest of the personas which have taken root in my malleable mind.
Torn between lives.
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Turquoise Sunsets
PoetryA collection of my poetry. Some of them I am actually quite proud of, some of them I just wanted to write. There are a bunch of different styles and topics, and I hope that you enjoy! I will probably update at least once a week if not more. Not all...