This is my poem
My words
The dagger in my heart
The knife in my back

This is my poem
My emotional flood
The pouring of
Blood
Sweat
Tears

This is my poem
My journey
The joy of life
The pain that sometimes is

This is my poem
My life
My hurt
My struggles

This is my poem
The flowing of tears
The laughing like a loon

This is my poem
This is me

Once you learn to dive
Into your solitude
You never enjoy
The crowd
You are never
The same person again
Fullness of solitude
Is unexplainable


©️Sobbingsoul

Dear God,

I know that we don't talk that much.
or at all.
I also know that I kinda don't believe in you.
sorry...
I just wanted to say that I'm happy where I am.
I know my other writings sorta contradict that statement, but I struggle with negativity, and my poems almost always punctuate pain over pleasure.
It's taken time. I'd be the first to know,
But I'm content with my sadness now.
I'm happy with the little worries I get when she looks upset.
I'm happy with the pessimism that spills from my pen too.
At least it creates.
And I'm not bullshitting you.
And no fingers crossed, because I know how you feel about crosses.
This isn't sarcasm or mockery.
I pinky promise.

I love my friends.

I say that they are toxic.
and they are.
But who says that pain and love cant coincide?
I think that they work quite well together.
And I'm not a *******.
But love wouldn't be love if there wasn't pain,
and this wouldn't be a poem by me if there wasn't any negativity.
So thank you for the spot I'm in
and thank you for the friends I have.
I love them all very much.
I love my friends very much.

Sincerely,
                 Your Desperate Friend

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.