Penning the words
of a perfect curse
Forgetting, or
a broken heart
Tell me what
hurts the worst
This is the art
of how I fall apart
and why my feelings
won’t just work
I’m dying to
feel alive
Finding the light, but
only at night
I long to feel
the tug of a smile
a feeling I haven’t felt
in the last 24 miles
But this is the sadness
that fuels the habit
to put pen to paper
and drive the madness
Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it! I’m going to go make some coffee now. Hope everyone enjoys their Saturday 🙂
-Jordan Antonacci
Twitter: @misterhushhush
