I'm my own worst enemy,
constantly sabotaging the people I hold close to me.
I create this vicious reality in my mind and I start to swell in it,
By Jessica Rasile5 years ago in Poets
I miss you.
Each day a little more than the one before it.
4 years, I can't believe it's been that long.
Where has the time gone?
He doesn't bother to check in on her often anymore, but she doesn't care.
She takes whatever crumbs he tosses her way.
She always has and she always will, cause she loves him.
It burns, as it slips slowly down my throat.
I can feel it making it's way down into my stomach and settling there.
I'm nothing like those other girls.
I'm not the prettiest or fairest of them all.
I'll never be nominated by some mirror mirror on the wall.
The struggle is real, for us so called millennials.
Desperately trying to live in a world so devastated by poverty and greed that we cripple under the pressure.
I can feel my heart breaking more and more with each second that passes.
The gnawing feeling in my gut that something is wrong, grows with each breath I take.
You either fuck the world, or let the world fuck you.
The pain can feel so good, making you cum with sadness.
It's addicting, like the inhale of a morning cigarette.
Here we go again.
The same place we've been many times before, but I'm starting to believe words aren't enough anymore.
I spill my soul out through this ink and all it does is slap me in the face with the truth.
In the dead of night she sits there.
Masked in a shadow of anxiety and insecurity.
She's drowning in it, but still she sits.
Watching you take your little feet and make your way across the floor,
watching the joy in your eyes as I watch you learn more.
I ache for her.
I see the sadness in her eyes, and mine water.
I hear the missing laughter from her voice, and mine cracks.