I started wearing my seatbelt when I met you
I started looking both ways before I crossed the street
When I met you my eyes only saw gold
My reasoning said four walls and a place to sleep was a home
But my heart told me home had lips that I could kiss all day if he'd let me
And my place to sleep was his arms
We ran dry
When i lost you I no longer cared for my seatbelt
And I didn't look before crossing the street
You were the cold water down my throat, hydrating the thought of a lost future with you
I lost myself with you
You walked out and there is very little left of me
When I lost you my showers started to sting again
And if you understand that I'm sorry
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
