Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I chose to believe every word I was fed and I thought the coals on my back were a product of the lack you left when you stepped back and racked your brain for a reason to stay.
But you could not seem to formulate any such thought in your head...
So you left with nothing more than a reason you kept silent, and my mind would riot stuck in self-perpetuated mental violence and dreams kept private
The ambition to fix this wish list of selfish misfit realist...
Missions contained within a vision,
Of wishful thinking and sinking deep into a new bit of misproportioned emotions.
Leaking through a seeping truth, constructed by my need to feel important.
When you would look back and think of all the little things that you regret
I just wanted you to think of me when you think back to all the little things that you regret 
I spent so much time convincing myself that the rest of this mess that I stressed within this relationship was a product of the world’s oppressions...
Not my deep desire to be needed.
And it’s hard to admit but I guess I’ve come to terms with the fact that I just want to be needed.
And I convinced myself that I needed to be needed.
And if that was true, I would still be smiling...
Like you still today but for different reasons.
I chose to dismiss the possible instance that the lips I love to kiss could form the words goodbye.
And it was a simple lie but I told it to you like the captain of a sinking ship choosing to believe the bottom of the ocean was a better source of oxygen.
It’s so nice and I still chose to believe I misinterpreted your dialect and everything you said about it.