What do you want?

Do you want me to tell you that I miss you?

That my soul aches for you in this secret place?

We can’t go there.

I don’t understand these feelings and I don’t want to.

My life has always been me,

trying to untie each emotion,

I’ve found you lose the depth of it

when you constantly try and analyze it all.

I just want to feel the sad, the lonely,

the lust, the terror, and the brilliance of everything.

down into my core, I want to feel it burning in me.

And when I leave this earth,

I want to be able to say that I truly felt.



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Wanderlust, Writing

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