you're always on my mind.
glued to my subconscious,
a quiet ache that never leaves.
I feel as if our time apart
only solidifies what I know in my heart,
but my rationalization,
and what ifs,
keep me from falling,
so deep within your labyrinth
that I'm rendered futile.
pondering,
bartering,
cursing.
wishing to cauterize my heart,
for what a desolate—
pitiful,
helpless fiend.
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Glass Half Empty
PoetryI know I feel more than others--but am still so unprepared when overcome by this anguish that won't quell. Welcome to the hopeless side of my page, where I'm most likely sobbing while I write. This state feels endless, but I feel peace when I writ...
