asvetic

okay I'm shamelessly egotistic, and need constant canoodling: Tell me you like my poem:


tiny rivulets drizzle down my cellar window pane
I'm held up
foggy glass and dimmer switched lights subdue
I'm careless
aside from random muscle spasms, I move not
I'm listless
Charge cards and past education haunt me haunt me
I'm broke
Spinning endlessly out of control, I keep it bottled up
I want to speak, shout and rip my hair
something about appearances and what they really think

I hum and twiddle my thumbs waiting for nothing in particular

When do I get a chance
What do I need to do
Where do I go
Why am I stuck in this hole
waxy fingerprints guild the glass
how can I love someone else when I can't love myself

churning and churning the tides break against the hull
no mans an island till his ship falls apart