Poems from ParkingLotPoet
You know what bothers me most? I think I saw it coming, but like... my dumbass took the joking as something serious. I also don't know how...
Many tell me this is wrong.
They laugh and joke over what has been said and over what I thought.
I guess I could’ve trained my thoughts...
Still attached the the nice guy
Always falling victim to the beautiful eyes
Never watching for the signs
Thoughts now plagued
Imagination...
I just want to let go. I couldn’t tell you why. I like the way it stung, the heat underneath my skin. I didn’t like the way I had to look...
I dream of the skin
I dream of the eyes
I cry for the reality
I cry over the nonexistence