I feel myself slipping
between reality and my dreams.
You are my ideal partner in my head,
but in person, you never meet the criteria.
I feel myself losing touch
with my inner thoughts and desires.
I want to be held,
but your skin burns mine like fire.
I feel myself turning toward desperation
when I realize I don't mean what I'm saying.
Every look becomes a compliment,
even when the stare feels like spiders crawling up my back.
I feel myself forgetting who I am
and what brought me to this state of mind;
why it feels as if a smile doesn't belong on my face,
and reality isn't a good enough place.
6.4.2023
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...