Push Pull


You push me away then pull me close

No other is to have me, yet you play at will

Always a fucking game with you 

Others work hard for their money

That smile and ackwardness warrants attention 

You demand the room

You take up space

Intrusion in your nature

Secretive and deceitful 

I died of exhaustion 

Unknown's avatar

Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

Categories Dear DiaryLeave a comment

Leave a comment