I feel a slight amount of pressure
It's your hand on the small of my back
You were pushing me forward
Gentler
Pushing me forward
Pushing me down a pathway you chose guiding me through this hell we call heaven
But then your hand left my back
I stopped pushing
Without you there to guide me
Not knowing what's right or wrong
I stopped moving
I've had numerous hands in the same place since
But none of them left your mark
I feel like a cow that's been branded
And I'm worthless
if I'm not worth it for you
Because without your hand on the small of my back
I have never felt so small
I am shrinking within myself
You made me bigger than this
But you were bigger than me
You took your hand off too early
Like a child first riding a bike
I fell
I had no motivation to get back on
I took my skinned knees and searched for others
But I want no other than you
And you've left me cold alone
I'm still your shell to love
But instead of guiding you shoved
And I fell to the ground
And you walked away
So I'm lying here dying
YOU ARE READING
My Kitchen Sink
PoetryAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.
