"Really Not Worth It"

A Poem by FaeryQueen

t.s'ed

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"Really Not Worth It"

Khatoon Hazara ||| 6.13.18 ||| 2:20pm ||| Alt: "Sleep Demons" ||| Calibri ||| 12 pt. font

Are you tired?

No - not like... not like this, I cannot start a poem like this - wet wipes, clear the board, please, no... wait.

I - I - I am ... I am losing, only have I ever lost, oh, I get it now, how late, I am... in your control.

How easy I lose focus, no, no - not on you, no, not you... oh, my heart, you are still there, right there, beating, and forever more will I stand besides you, singing a sour song of my demise.

Of - my demise.

Yes, yes, I - my demise, my love, had a fruit to it, I couldn't find the exact matching of flavor to it, but - and this I assure you - most likely, I just only had to close my eyes and think.

Thinking.

Help, I am drowning in my thoughts, there is no one around to save me and you are right there - oh, hush now peasant!

For I am trying to think about that, me drowning, no - of your reaction.

I am - yes, and - oh, yes, I see you.

I am sure now.

It beats feverishly, your heart; when you think of me, just - now.

An- now.

Ohhhh!!!!

I am not logical, but I am hopeful and that's all I'll ever need.

You will come back and take me in and - I?

I will be upset, upset will consume me... oh, my heart, don't let it, for I have taken it back for so long, I have no idea on how to expel it from my system, oh.

Oh!

But wait!

What is this!?

Are - love me!

I demand this of you!

Love me!

Never let me escape!

I am under you.

I like it here, it's warm, and I've been cold for so long.

I think I'll stay now, I think restraint has taught me.

No haste, no - no, no, just - apprehension, yes!

I am apprehensive.