A PMS Moment
A PMS Moment (please. make. sense.)
A motionless story sometimes bends me back.
I have to start from the beginning and retrack.
Why can’t it just be simple and kind?
All these negative thoughts, I know they aren’t mine.
So I take these pills and I drink this drink.
Whatever it does to me… it still doesn’t sink.
In--- sink in, please, God!
Let me know I am still human,
Let me be abroad from this state.
Relapse, climb, relapse, climb.
I’m like falling down the mountain every time.
I thought I was special, maybe I still do.
I thought my love was real, maybe it’s real to who?
Myself is my only critic?
The one who writes this to feel free from being pathetic?
Oh, Ah, no ****** in my way.
I have done so wrong that the blood spears into a distance daze.
My functions, called life, pat me on the back.
But the truth is, my story just motioned me back…
To the pad that says, this is who I am today.
Copyright © Whitney Lovelace | Year Posted 2015