North Star

I have no description.

Why is perfection
never without stipulation?
caring
care for me
care for my mind
until you run dry
or is this different?
as far as polaris to
the south that I've known

 

but what do I know
when even I can't explain
why my head is heavy
over vices that
you try to leave behind
because you're convinced
that I'm worth the world
but it's the world that's taken it's toll
so won't I as well
if that's what I'm worth?

 

so what you've cared for
has sunk into my shoe
as my closest friends
flirt with the object
of my disgust
so why take porcelain
roses
and morning glory
to the flame and the smoke
when they're what I love the most?

Author's Note

Be gentle. This is my first poem.

Reviews

[Shelly Wiseberg]

I felt the emotion in this poem, a heartfelt write, Shelly

[Liam]

The ending is really, really enjoyable. Add some full stops, commas and capital letters, and it'll be better though. Brilliant poem though, I loved it.

[.]

Its great, I would suggest punctuation.

[Gastroc.]

this is my favorite.

"you try to leave behind
because you're convinced
that I'm worth the world
but it's the world that's taken it's toll"

^ ah but don't we all love the world at least somewhat?

[No]

no need to say be gentle.
i don't think anyone's going to hound you on this one

you're off to a great start.
this is my favorite part:
"so why take porcelain
roses
and morning glory
to the flame and the smoke
when they're what I love the most?"