This is how I feel all the time; I'm so unsure of...
Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...
Silhouette
kisses bare shoulders...
Wintry kaleidoscopes form prisms
within a mind filled with grief...
You tell me I don't know what I'm talking about.
I'm the one feeling lost and confused...
Always sitting on her own
Listless like she's made of stone...
The air is poisoned outside,
too many people to feel pity about...
We meet them with
violence they are trying...
Walls etched in acidic nightmares
coat the outer rim of my mind...
Trapped in a mess
Hard to get out...
Good morrow world
The sun is bright...
my ice coffee spills with each shake.
this is the fifth time...