does he want to talk to me? do i even want him? has my time come? am i ready to step up? as i drown in my pain i see the fear reflected in my eyes the expression of cool detachment in my eyes is fake but my fear is real and i drown in my undercrossing fear just in time to feel the pull of my ear gravity waiting for my fragile ego so it can plummet i drown slowly, unable to breathe or speak rationally and then i float outward, alone, crazy by comparison and then i leave, feeling the blackness settle onto me i drowned on my own goofiness thank you.Birth sign: Aries
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