"Is all your poetry like this?"
"Like what?"
"Makes you want to throw yourself off a cliff...who hurt you?"
All I could do was look at my feet.
Thinking about the shame of letting you take everything from me and still love you at the price of nothing in return.
I miss the person I was and cry for the person I am.
I fear the person I will become is one that no longer exists.
My bigger fear is that makes you happy.
YOU ARE READING
Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
