Nothing More
I think of you, chastise myself,
And press your name away
Ignoring, stubbornly, the fact,
You’re present every day
I don’t ask why I cannot help
But seek your commentary
On every task, or smile of mine-
A wish I cannot bury
I say, embarrassed at myself,
That this affair ends now.
This fantasy, this made-up game,
I cannot keep allowing
After...
Saturday 16th January 2021 6:55 pm
Things have changed
My heart over powers my head lately
Must be linked to my stomach
I'm always feeling sick
Things changed
My person has opened up
I've been shut down for so long
I require drastic change
Shame is what I'm swimming in
I don’t feel guilty I just hate
Knowing how you are going to look at me
I never know what you think
I feel like you will just settle with me
Instead ...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 6:04 am
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