It was never really love for anyone in my past
How could it be?
It was always me igniting
the flame within us both
Always me bringing
So much damn intensity
Always me being raw & uncut
Authentic in nature
Always me giving my all and more
And now it’s like looking into
A river of sameness
Because where is the difference
Which is what has always been
missing, a craving unfulfilled
on the outside looking in
you would think maybe I’m
Unhappy, heartbroken or
Something of the likes
But really I’m bored af
Everyone’s so average fighting
Desparately to be the same, clones
How does this world expect someone
who is unlike anyone, an anomaly
To settle for those like that
Im too all or nothing
to continue to be all in for
Those I can see only give
Little to no effort, forget that
I would rather the heck not
If my energy isn’t matched then
I just don’t want it,
I’ll rather have a bunch of cats lol
About the Creator
Talia M
I’m just a girl whose heart speaks through poetry.
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford4 days ago in Fiction
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