I can't recall a time that I've felt uglier then I do in this exact moment. Maybe it's the stress or the fact that It's finally sunk in what I am to you. Maybe it's the fact that I try to compensate the lack of affection in my life with sex. Maybe it's because when I touch you, thats all I am; the feeling of fingers trailing down your spine but when you touch me it's like I'm on fire. The burn is comforting, but the ache afterwards is not. Maybe It is pathetic how I did this to myself. That doesn't make it hurt any less. You told me it was my fault but it takes two to fuck. Maybe I'm just too stuck in my head rather then not. Maybe I'm overthinking. I wish I could tell you that I feel indifferent. Maybe I just care too much, give too much. maybe I am the "too much" in every situation. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. You say that I say "I don't know" too much. Maybe it's because I don't know much of anything anymore except that I want you to put the fire out so I can stop burning for you, or maybe I don't. I don't know. -N.L
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Cloudy Days and Stormy Thoughts
PoetryThis is just a collection of all of my poetry. It doesn't have a sense of organization or order. Just simply a cluttered mess of my feelings, experiences, and thoughts. Just like it should be. Taking the time to read these is like taking a walk into...
