Every time someone asks
How I am feeling
I want to rip open my chest
And scream
“don’t you see
this hurricane
inside of me?
It kills me
a little more
every fucking day!”
But I don’t
I just nod
And say I’m OK
27 Sunday Mar 2016
Posted Poetry
in27 Sunday Mar 2016
Posted Poetry
inPerspective is such
a funny thing
She thought I ran
Never looking back
I thought she pushed
Needing me gone
Maybe
We were both wrong
And neither knew
Maybe
The earth just split
And ripped is apart
Maybe
Life just happened
And hurled us away
Maybe
It doesn’t matter
The results are the same
All I know
Is that here I stand
Cold and alone
At oceans edge
Looking for messages
In bottles that never come