My knees go weak and my hands start shaking
My mouth begins to run dry.
My heart, my head, and my lungs start aching.
I hate that your "love" makes me cry.
You think that everything is okay with us.
"You're fine," you tell me, "Calm down!"
I swear that I don't want to pout or fuss,
but I can't make a smile from this frown.
God, please help me! When will I learn
that love only makes you crash and burn.
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Vibes by Evan Davidson
Poetry"Vibes" by Evan Davidson is a collection of original, semi-cringe poems that were written between the original quarantine period through this past year. Each and every one of them was birthed through times of hurt, heartbreak, angst, and confusion...
