he’s just like the others
i counted his dna
each strand that might’ve slipped away
i chased after and kept
i chased
i chased
it’s so difficult when you don’t know what love is
so you freefall
within a month at least
i’ve had countless little heartbreaks
an attack on my pride
with a clone of that guy
the type to grab my hand and take me to a forrest
then when my back is turned
leave without explanation
and take away all the trees
plaguing thoughts to fill the space
i’m getting so ill
i think it’s a sickness
with each claw at my heart
i become weaker
more vulnerable
and more desperate
i start sleeping with men who’s faces i don’t recognise
they blur like tv static
and the worse thing is
i’m conditioned to love it
the more you take, the harder i crawl
the louder i beg
‘take the glory i possess for you, i’m yours eternal’
i don’t check to see if you hear
i’m as consistent as the scratches on my skin
i’m like the claws begging to be let in
but instead i give everything
and you take everything
- Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 29th, 2020 12:15
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 41
Comments1
Good read. Stay safe and Have a Happy New Year.
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