Can we put aside this immaturity
This need to stare at each other
Until one of us breaks
Like a game of tug-of-war
Played by mountains
Can't pull too much
You might let go leaving me
Tumbling down a hole filled with
Expectations I never met myself
Playing a game I made blindfolded
Can't give in
Digging my feet into the ground
Not wanting to get too close
Don't want to see that fleck of gold
In those eyes that cause me to melt
Only standing still
Test of wills only
Showing how weak we really are
This being the only game won
By doing absolutely nothing
"Hi" collecting blood on the
Tip of my tongue
Slicing through my throat
Like a unforgiving razor
Swallowed in one tear
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
