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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Imperfect

Imperfect 
I do things
Right when 
Someone 
Raises eyebrows
Chases my shadows
That looks so imperfect


I say words.
Imperfect..
That when heard..
Seems incorrect
Misinterpreting
Which they 
Interlude
How rude
That I meant
Quiet the opposite
Without a dialect
Just thrown towards imperfect

Imperfect
I draw
Lines that don't align
As who listens
And acts like they hear
Anymore
But a door 
Thats shown to me
Is reject
While abstinence
Goes Imperfect






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