December 5, 2022
Laugh as if she's with you
It's the only way to smile
I'll see her soon but we both know
There are too many miles between us to
She's at home with her family
But that's all I know
What happens behind closed doors?
I know mine are held with anger and sorrow
Are your doors too?
Or are they held with love and laughs?
Is it wrong to be over there all the time
or should I stay at home with these people who leave small holes in my insides?
I love them
I do
But I realize again
Were broken
I thought we were becoming normal
But I know we are each other's venom and angel in one
No one holds or consuls
Just yells and disowns
Love is the only thing we hold
But anger and fear live in every word we spare
Healthiness is only in my physical bones
But my mind is the only thing I know I'll always have
But living with it is worse than you acting
So I wonder
What do your doors hold?
I wish I knew so I wouldn't be alone
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Poems I write In the Dark
ПоезіяPoetry I write in the darkest of times. If you went through a breakup and it tore you apart or you feel like you're always alone, you might be able to relate to this poetry. I'm an overthinker and so I end up making things a little more painful than...
