Wasted

Ripping away at my chest
Digging deep inside the flesh
I try to reach my retched heart
That pierces me like a sharpened dart
Fluttering at mere thoughts of you
Trying to tell me what to do

Love, this emotion so strong
In many ways is so wrong
Beaconing, blinding
Wasting my time
Every second I spend
Feeling something more,
Something deeper, in the core
I know it will just come back
Come back to stabb me where I lack
Because as everyone can probably see
Their time is wasted...
When spent on me


Poetry Main