How do I make sense of this?
The way you make me feel
I want to tell you everything
And nothing all at once
So I tell you everything
And regret it once I do
And hate myself for ever even
Opening my mouth
I'd rather that I didn't know you
Or that we'd never met
Or that you'd tell me just to stop
And leave me like I said
How do I make sense of this?
The way you never leave
Yet talk to me so little that
I barely know you're here.
YOU ARE READING
Bleed
PoetryA collection of poems touching on anxiety, depression, love and the surreal. Please don't read if you are triggered by the topic of self-harm.
