You always knew the right words to say.
I clung to the syllables as there were the gatekeep of mercy
whilst you trickle them meekly into me and let their sound form honeysuckle next to my eardrums
Laying your face in the nape of my neck
Solemn into the curvature, chewing on the inside of your mouth to purify the dirt and grit of your falses
The promises you never intend to keep.
I had no need for your sustenance,
I knew they were empty.
But I didn't care
Because they were meant for me
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
