I am desperate,
grasping at straws.
Feverishly I reach,
clawing into the acrid air
attempting to salvage
anything I can.
Yet I come back empty.
My hands holding hard
onto absolutely nothing.
Category: My Poetry
Wrong
I don't want to admit it... But I was wrong. I was wrong to think I could remain emotionless... I was wrong to think I could keep my feelings completely buried and secure. I was wrong to believe that I would be able to feel absolutely nothing.
Three Words
Promise. Forever. Always. Three meaningful words completely meaningless to me.
275 Days
A moment of weakness stops the clock, erasing days of resilience. She gave in. She gave up.
Shifted
As the space grew between us I found myself missing you... mourning you... grieving you. But over time my sorrow shifted into anger and I was left trying to remember why I was ever upset in the first place.
D
I don't know how you did it, but I do understand why. Your pain made death look better, than trying to stay alive.
Deserving
Half-hearted attempts and bare minimum efforts will not keep me around. I deserve more than that... I deserve more than you.
Fault
It isn't your fault. It's my fault. I was the one who believed that you would be different than the rest.
The Last
I like to think that you think about me too, but deep down I know I am the last person on your mind when you go to sleep at night. You rest soundly, while I struggle to close my eyes.
Wanted
Even if everything you said
in those moments were lies,
please never tell me that
your words were not real.
Let me move on believing that
I was all you had ever wanted.
AO Poetry 
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