i was a whore of self-pity
trying to lure the darkness
into loving me
trying to wrap myself
in a coat that was too big
just so i could wade through
pools of self-sorrow
but i didn't know
that the water was poisonous
and i couldn't see the way
i was corrupting myself
i told myself i was colorblind
i pushed away any doubt
and became my own dictator
but when i started to see
the sun rays break through
the surface of the ocean
i started a rebellion against myself
and rose from the depths
but soon after
i got sunburned with shame
when i realized what i had done
to myself
i'm my own doppelgänger
and we're locked in a fistfight
that i'll take to my grave
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
