This afternoon
at the pier
I had my choice of vice in one hand
and nothing in the other
I left my feet dangling in the water
airing out my mental laundry
They say if you write in a journal
you can be more in touch with yourself
and to be honest
I really don't wanna be.
I'm scared of what I'll find.
I've been putting my fire out there
and all I ever really feel is put out.
Since then, I run around with an icy heart
and winter's the only thing that feels chilly to me.
I guess I'm just angry at myself
for slipping up again
tripping up again
screwing up again
again and again.
Like I don't already know my lesson
before I even care to stop myself
my vice has fallen into the water
and once again I am empty-handed
very much so
very, very much so.
About the Creator
DEUXQANE
93% of communication is non-verbal. Here's the other 7%.
I'm a licensed therapist. I love my kettlebell, steel mace, and rower. I've a soft spot for sci-fi, rollerblading, herbalism, poetry, drag race, EDM, and spending time in nature.
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