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Inadequate
I could not do any of this anymore
Because I realized my worth before
You left me hanging onto nothing.
Darling, I no longer want a fling
Or something that is only temporary.
You have something that is ordinary,
But there is going to be a day when
You get tired of it and wanted a pen
Full of ink on top of your skin instead
Of coming from a pencil. My head
Was filled with insecurity because I
Thought face to face and eye to eye
We would be adequate, but we
Are not. It took you a long time to see
Our future, but by that point I was
Already gone and done with the buzz
Surrounding us. Darling, I was tired
Of speculation and was too wired
On adrenaline to continue to care
About anything anymore. Do not dare
To say that I never cared or tried
To fix anything. The spirit that died
Was all there was left and I tried too
Damn hard to revive it. Darling, you
Did too little to reassure me that
You were ready for this. The flat
Line and love was not what I wanted
Again. You are going to be haunted
By the girl you should have won hard
For. You wanted to play the wild card
And I was beyond done with games.
You could not take me, your claims.
Because I realized my worth before
You left me hanging onto nothing.
Darling, I no longer want a fling
Or something that is only temporary.
You have something that is ordinary,
But there is going to be a day when
You get tired of it and wanted a pen
Full of ink on top of your skin instead
Of coming from a pencil. My head
Was filled with insecurity because I
Thought face to face and eye to eye
We would be adequate, but we
Are not. It took you a long time to see
Our future, but by that point I was
Already gone and done with the buzz
Surrounding us. Darling, I was tired
Of speculation and was too wired
On adrenaline to continue to care
About anything anymore. Do not dare
To say that I never cared or tried
To fix anything. The spirit that died
Was all there was left and I tried too
Damn hard to revive it. Darling, you
Did too little to reassure me that
You were ready for this. The flat
Line and love was not what I wanted
Again. You are going to be haunted
By the girl you should have won hard
For. You wanted to play the wild card
And I was beyond done with games.
You could not take me, your claims.
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