I make my poetry about love.
But mostly about suffering
Love is annoying like when a video starts buffering.
You wish you can get on
With your simple life
But you're constantly plagued
by nothing but strife.
I hate this longing
to be with someone
I wish I can be alone
I wish I can have fun
With the company of myself
I wish I can be content.
But I have a feelings ,
These emotions are somewhat hell sent.
No one can suffer this much over another human being.
Who you just can't be without.
And wouldn't mind seeing
Every morning when wake up
Your eyes meeting
Thoughts of the nightmares
of the night before , fleeting.
Interlacing fingers
A smile's met with a smile.
Your drowsiness lingers
As you realize this is the one.
But your dream is interrupted
by the morning sun.
You're in a bed alone
Hoping to get that moment back.
Wondering why your life is filled with sorrow and black.
Black as in the thing in my chest that's tearing me apart.
I'm the fool. fuck me and my heart.
