Unwritten CrazyA Poem by CoraSo
I bet you think I’m crazy? The
amount of times I say this in one day is unhealthy So
I guess I’ve never been your baby
But
I have been yours, That
possessive noun is one of your best weapons Aimed
above my heart, you would think me one of your w****s
As
if the blade is magnetic It
draws me in, as I seem to find this sick twisted game to be poetic You
are no longer a man but a hissing snake in a tree proding me to pick the apple Justifying
your intentions, convinced in a dark world you’re the only lighted chaple Enticing
me, Encomassing
me, Entangling
me, Ensnaring
me, The
twinkle in your eyes so mystifying, I fail to see you have always been glaring
at me
Head
poised and lingering on every constructed word to bounce off your graceful tongue
All
the air in the world couldn’t fill me, it’s as if I only had one lung
I
wish I could rewind the day I began to interpret your self-entitlement to be
appropriate What
morning did loving me become a memory and I became nothing but an associate
Its
as if you were some sort of prophet Uncontrollable
shaking Incessant
aching Feeling
as if you are breaking As
if you have a right to discredit my anxiety attacks, it’s not fun to have to
say: I’m
sorry I just lost it
I
wish I could collect all the unsent letters, texts, phone calls, thoughts,
poems, and prayers I’d
put them all in a bottle float them down some random river Because
then maybe they would find a person who cares © 2014 CoraAuthor's Note
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Added on April 27, 2014 Last Updated on April 27, 2014 Tags: crazy, love, yours, unrequited AuthorCoraAboutI'm pretty new to poetry. Advice and comments are appreciated- but keep in mind I'm a total rookie. Thanks for reading! more..Writing
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