Sitting here needing a write.
Too much is flowing, I can't do anything right.
Why are you running away tonight?
Why don't you stay and fight?
Am I really such a coward that I'll take flight?
Or am I right,
and it's time to move on in life?
This is so hard to write.
Forcing thoughts into coherent sentences,
It's not flowing.
Wounds cut openly fresh, again.
They go deeper every time.
Why have I lost my sense of rhyme?
There's no time.
X amount of words will never describe how much I've hurt you.
Though Justin might be able to.
We've cut each other to the bone more than once lately,
Darling I never wanted to lose you.
Technology hates me with a passion,
Texting never get's through.
I'd rather yell and scream than have my words get lost in translation through texts to you.
Rainbow colors mock my emotions,
How is it a book so happy looking can hold such heavy words?
I don't know what I'm doing to you.
We warned each other, we push people away.
Darling you left like you were never here to stay.
I've no room to talk, I fell down and couldn't get up.
I'm sorry for being so wrong..
Why didn't you yell at me and try to make me wake?
*shakes head* I was too far down. I didn't know where to turn.
There I go, running again.
I couldn't run to you, so I went farther down.
Down down, all without a sound.
I couldn't break through that wall we formed.
I went down, there was no way around.
Here I am now, still trying to find ways around.
I need to be blunt, need to get it out.
No more running around, no, I need to stand my ground.
I learned from you. |
Submission Name: Horrible vent poem.
