Your eyes hold stars in them
And I can't help but get lost in your galaxies
They are addicting just as the omnipresence of your reoccurring cycle
I think I'm over you
And then you pull me back in with just one gaze upon your shimmery lust
The glossy lies you spindle
Swirling and knitting a catastrophe of lackluster and charcoal
Conviction
I know it's wrong but the way we intertwine is so beautiful.
to plummet into your black matter-
And step forward in finding myself
But just until you look at me again and revive the lie of love
Falling backward again
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
