Throwing myself at
Anyone who would
Willingly love me
Drifting from person
To person. But still
They are not you. I
Know better but I
Still feel sickness when
I can't come home to
You
YOU ARE READING
Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
Lost
Throwing myself at
Anyone who would
Willingly love me
Drifting from person
To person. But still
They are not you. I
Know better but I
Still feel sickness when
I can't come home to
You
