I've waited for years
Thoughts grinding like gears
Watching you grow up
Drinking from plastic cups.
Until those cups...
Turned into champagne glasses.
Until those gentle kisses...
Turned into rough movements
Until 'I love you...'
Turned into 'I want to kill you.'
Until I decided...
Enough was enough.
YOU ARE READING
The Edge Of Insanity.
Poetry"Poetry gently teeters on the edge of insanity, absorbing both the side of the normal man and the demon that yearns to destroy itself." -Myself, 2019 An Insane male simply writing poetry.
