How unfortunate
To expect so much
From empty promises
Being left undesirable
Uncertain
Indecisive
And broken
Left to pick up her pieces again
And again
And again
And again
Until someone notices
The kaleidoscope she creates
s.w. // 2:13 a.m.
YOU ARE READING
My brain talks too much
PoetryMy mind is exhausting, even sleep isn't a relief. Here are things I rarely get time to write.
