March 22nd, 2024
I love until it hurts
I run until I’m in pain
And if I don’t stand in it
How do I know it’s really rain
If I don’t feel my feelings
How do I know that I’m alive
And if I don’t write it down
What’s left of me when I die
Pain
Myself First
March 11th, 2024
So many thoughts in my head
But where do I start
The anxiety in my mind
Or the pain in my heart
I’m facing this sober
No more letting it linger
The feelings I bottled up
I only traced with my finger
These two months by myself
I’ve felt so alone
Confined in these walls
That I learned to call home
I’ve been working on myself
Because that is what I need
Because I’m the only one
Who can set myself free
These memories I replay
I won’t let them be my prison
So I’m writing it all
Until every thought has arisen
My mind is so full
It’s going to burst
But I won’t bite my tongue
I’m putting myself first
Is It Worth It?
March 11th, 2024
In the grand scheme of things
I guess I didn’t care that much
That feeling that something’s wrong
Attached to me like a crutch
Like deep inside I knew
But I was still blindsided
Everything with you
Was always one sided
And I only got hurt
Because I thought you were a friend
But you never talked to me
When you wanted things to end
But which guy am I talking about
They were really all the same
So I took a break from dating
Waiting for someone to prove it’s worth the pain
Doll Poetry 