Some Days

A short poem about waking up a monster.

I think I’m taking waking up on the wrong side of the bed to the next level.

On these days, I think I’m becoming the devil.

When I wake up, I don’t care about anyone, not even myself.

How are you supposed to live when you can’t take care of yourself?

That what she’s there for.

She’s giving me her heart and more.

But I can’t get up of the floor.

What kind of man does that make me?

Why doesn’t she just leave and break free?

These are the questions I used to ask.

Now I just want to know when she’ll come back.

Author's Note

I've never written poetry before, so please let me know anything and everything you think. I want to get better.