Poems from CH
You look at me and tell me that I am full of it,
Full of energy that I employ to hurt every-other-one,
I listen to you because it’s you...
The last thing I want to do is to come off as needy,
but it is true I suppose, so true that I need so many things,
small things, big things...
Trying to expel some of this so I,
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Still lingers and aches in the pits of my heart,
Uncomfortable in its presence...
The agony in my heart,
thrums with its sluggish beat,
through the all reaching system,
delivered to the tips of my fingers,
and to the ends...
Toppled the bottle and spilt the ink onto paper,
Cracked my chest and let the torrent of pain flow,
Let the keyboard click and clack to...