I no longer have words to describe the state that I have been left in. It is careless and childish and almost pathetic. There is nothing left of me , but a hollow shell, just a page of former glory. Even a touch from you could send fireworks into my soul, yet you chose to stay away. Not because you're scared or cautious but because you do not wish to light up my soul. You refuse to be acknowledged by that. Do I respect you for it? Or do I continue to hate you?
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
