Fogged Clarity That Comes With Infatuation
As I write this, I sob..
I whimper and bleed clear trickles of the thoughts I cannot express with the tongue.
I feel abandoned, alone and humiliated..
There are all synonyms to a heartwrenching heartbreak.
I cannot express the depressing chatterbox thoughts SPRINTING through my mind.
They are starting to consume me. They piggishly feast on my earthly flesh.
I do not want to become vulnerable to the ones I love that surround and suffocate me.
I want time.
Away.
I want space..
Just a place to go when I don't want this.
When I don't want this infatuation.
This poem is about:
Me