My mind types up it's new coordinates
As I prepare for a different direction
It's hard to tell what you might like a year from now
People, food, music, clothing,
It all changes
Saturday sounded out
And within it you cupped my face in your hands
We talked and I knew I needed more
I saw you had a dark spot I can tell you don't talk about
But it doesn't bother me, I'll fight it with you
I want to be that person your heart depends upon
I want to be the one who can knock out the storm inside your soul
I barely know you
But I know you're yellow sun flowers
And frothy tea at any hour
I know you're what make summer nights feel so alive,
And mornings so worth it.
You make me want to get out of my house
When barely anything moves me
The start of this isn't clear, and neither is the end
So just tell me it'll be okay, and you'll always understand.
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Desolation boy 3 - help me
PoetryThis one is for the ones who don't feel like they exist. And the ones who never get a break from pain. All poems are from my head, heart, soul and personal experiences 🛑TRIGGER WARNING🛑