I'm not
telling you
that I've been
abandoned
I'm telling you that
I
am
abandoned
like an old,
brick building
just waiting
to collapse.
inevitably so.
my lungs,
like empty
auditoriums
waiting for someone
to scream
I need you
craving echoes
to let ricochet
from wall to wall
my heart
4 empty rooms
waiting to be inhabited
by a friend
of unconditional acceptance
my body
is lonely
my insides
hollow
I beg
someone
become of me
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
