Only your eyes
Notice me when I want eyes to the least.
Call my name, call my name again and tell me
Every thought I ever came across.
Under your hollow stare I stand,
Presently afraid, always so afraid.
Oh, you have to see my fingers tremble, and
No, it's not because I'm angry.
Angst. It is hurt, and empitness, and angst.
To think I once told you everything
I felt; all my secrets, my fears, my tears.
My tears shouldn't be spent on you -- and yet
Every single one is.
I wish I could just hate you -- not forget you, but hate you.
Tired; that's what I am, tired of
Regretting, and loving, and all over again. I just feel so--
Useless.
So what, I used to . . .
Trust you.
'Everything happens for a reason' but that doesn't explain why my soul is
Dying inside of me.
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My Wondering Thoughts Set In Ink (My Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis is just a bunch of my poetry. It's basically my thoughts on how I think of things, or my thoughts on my life, on experiences, or just when I kind of imagine something then well- set it in ink. I hope you enjoy them! Besides, I felt annoyed with...
