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 orgasm 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
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