Restless Love
I don’t know what I want to do. My heart keeps racing I’m pacing facing the wall, staring. Restless, a mess it’s for the best I guess but I’m tired and you’re a liar. Who isn’t these days I’m afraid that’s the way it goes when you’re twenty something. You want to do nothing but your anxiety is trumping your thoughts. It ought not to but it does and we wish for the first time our loves were as it once was but because this is life and everything is fleeting we keep leaving so much in the past. Nothing can last this is cliche and frayed but I’m desperately afraid I might feel this way forever because I am jaded and I prayed but I strayed and played all of the games and now I’m stuck with what I see in the mirror; maybe someday it will become clearer.
Copyright © Meghan Killian | Year Posted 2017
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