WARNING! Some of my poems are not to be taken seriously..
I draw dark circles over and over in one spot in my agenda.
I think and think about all the pain and suffering in the past.
I start to rancor everyone around me like it was their fault about what has happened.
Not knowing what to do I continue to overlap circles over and over?
The people I love can’t stop me; I’m beginning to press harder, about to tare the paper apart.
The only thing stopping me from snapping is the dark black and blue circles I continue to make which are now going off the paper.
I concentrate on the circles and go into my own little world.
My hate is controlling my world; there is hardly any love left.
I’m lost and getting scarred, everything is spinning and the dark circles are everywhere.
My room now is covered in dark black and blue circles.
I continue still and press harder on the pens I am using.
The ink is now gone and I snap back to reality.
I look around the room then break down in the middle of the room.
I then crawl into the corner of my closet and shut the door, afraid of what might happen.
My lover then walks into the room screaming my name.
I reach out to push open the door, but I pull back my hand and hold myself.
He then opens the closet door and moves slowly toward my crying self.
He wraps his arms around me and kisses me and says everything will be okay.
He holds me and plays with my hair and whispers in my ear I love you and cries himself.
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