Im sick of you coming around only when it's convenient for you
Pulling me out from the very back of the drawer next to your bed
Or between your clothes in the closet
Like a drug addict trying desperately to hide their addiction
Texting from random accounts
Not wanting anyone to know we keep in contact
Telling me you love me through a screen
But in the morning
When the attention of the world is back on you
You tuck me away
Forcing me back into the darkness
Pretending I don't exist to you anymore
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back
And
Forth
You teeter with my heart
A creaking seesaw
Am I not human to you
A living, breathing person
Am I just an object
For you to use when eye turn away from yours
When you get bored
I really don't want to be your toy anymore
YOU ARE READING
My Head's Above Water
PoetryLosing the one you thought you'd have forever will really put things into perspective. Life and death, love and hate, the old and the new. Lay back and relax, we're getting over a heartbreak one miserable poem after the other.
