Thread: A not very cheery poem by me!

Myself

dark circles are
evidence of my late nights
and my dreaming

the endless staring
at myself
to love the things she hates

the way I bravely listen
to the song he gave me
those many minutes ago
when we once were
and the way it only
reminds me of myself

content that he has
not yet packed his things
because I am in his head

keeping him awake
the way I keep myself

I revel in his pain
faultless that he did not
love me enough

not hungry or hot
or cold

awake at dawn
only because I am

yet to sleep

realising
no one can steal me
from myself

By Lynsey


I am normally quite a cheery person, by the way!