Kissing someone else...
Sleeping with someone else...
makes me want to scream!
It makes me want to tear my heart out,
throw it at the wall as hard as I can,
and break down into a sea of tears
The mere thought of that...
Of you with another
minces my insides
turns my knees to jelly
turns my stomache inside out...
I can feel the acid burning
just like the sting of my shattered heart
And the guilt...
why do I feel this way?
why am I so selfish?
That I cant let you be happy?
why can't I allow you to have a life?
And be happy that you are happy?
I know the answer.
I know who's to blame...
Not you
not me
Not....
Her...
Anxiety has struck again...
Sadly, I think everyone who's ever lived has known this feeling at one time or another - or will. It's not a pleasant state of being, but your poem describes it remarkably well.
ReplyDeleteI read a few of your poems and I think you're really good.
ReplyDeleteI too write poetry and for some reason I usually feel like penning my thoughts (as poetry) when I'm sad.
Does anyone else feel like this?