I have no poems left in my palms
I am exhausted by this fight
Where I learn to love and I learn to give up
Exiled from myself as I allow
Your curious thoughts into my mind
I am alone
I am in the dark
I don’t know myself
But your name I call
And I let you be more than I am
End with a ghost in my chest
And I’m yelling at you because I have nothing left
What do I do in this desert rain
Where the sky is grey and I must confess
All the wrongs I’ve done to your love and chest
I know how to say I’m sorry
I know how to say feel my pain
I don’t know how to say forgive me and love me all the same
Poem I just wrote it’s 3:54am I am terribly torn fuck love is hard is it even love?








