I can hear you
and I see you
and I really don't mean to
keep this up
to keep confusing you
I don't know
how to say
the things I never
should've thought in the first place
wanting for you is not a crime
it is not bad that you are on my mind
you are not the reason we might all die
you are not the one we must sacrifice
if anyone it's me
I told myself it couldn't be
and pushed it way down deep
but now you're back
and you're haunting me
and it's bittersweet
and you're killing me
but I think I might like it
this pain
the chaos we are creating
the storm is brewing
it looks like it might rain
would you still hold the umbrella
even when I can't do the same?
YOU ARE READING
poems i regret writing
Poetryjust some shitty poems i never should have written poems I wrote in the middle of the fucking hurricane.
