Mess;

I’m fucked up but that’s fine
I can handle myself
But I can’t handle your mess
Tangled in your sheets, I’m tripping over
You’re too much stress
I told you: Just let me love you
I just wanted to love you
But you just wanted to screw me
Screw me over
So you said it’s over
When I spilled over
My tears onto your pillowcase
I’m done with this chase
I’ll never catch you
But I don’t even want to
I don’t even want you
It felt so right
But that was midnight
I’m trying to fight
My way out of your arms
But you’re stronger than me
Just let me go
I told you: Just let me leave you
I’m better than this mess
I’m better than the rest
But you don’t deserve my best

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice flow of thoughts dear Poet.
"I told you: Just let me leave you
I’m better than this mess
I’m better than the rest
But you don’t deserve my best"
I like the above lines. Honest and direct tone left a lot for the reader to ponder. Sometimes another weighted down person can take us down with them. Thank you C for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote