Endless fights against myself,
repeated lines of "I don't know"
flow from my lips.
I want to be loved and cared for,
but not just anyone,
It has to be him.
I carelessly toss myself around.
I fool myself into thinking,
that if I like someone else
it'll stop me from falling.
Jumping into the moment,
faking it until I can't make it.
A relationship built of lies,
yet another replacement.
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Poetry for the Lovesick
PoetrySick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
