aching generates fear

actual days pass like minutes, then
coming back home i rationalize all this
hate it when you tell me i can do better
infuriating while it makes me wonder
now why would you choose to say that
get it through your head if i wanted to
go? maybe i would but i choose to be here
egg white skin like yours is what
nobody would dislike but you keep it hidden away
every time you get drunk you want to go
right after you sober up its like it never happened
and a hangover means you don’t talk or touch
torture is when you get to kiss me but not vice versa
enduring each part of the rollercoaster
shedding light on my devotion to you
fighting is not something i would do
early before dawn i wake up again
across the air the energies commence
red blood ounding in your veins
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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