Warning: I'm just an 18 year old girl who knows nothing about poetry. I'd love your honest feedback (brutality is more than welcome)
Help;
help me dig myself out of these scattered thoughts and feelings
that I’ve lost myself in
These anxieties have bound me and I can’t see
but you make me feel safe,
In a way I’ve never felt .
and I think you could unravel me.
They’re telling me you’re the last one I should trust, but—
You make me feel safe
You tell me you always hurt the ones you try to love;
And even though your honesty seems a little tainted
with selfish tactics of reverse psychology
and false humility,
you make me feel safe
Funny, that my walls have grown out of a fear of the kind of ending
you claim to always create,
Yet, your drunken words of warning,
just touched them with a warmth they’ve never felt—
felt like they started to melt,
Felt like you just planted a little seed of trust on a surface
that’s been barren till just now.
So it’s sad,
Sad, that these thoughts and feelings are probably unwarranted,
silly, merely borne out of your casual attempt
at a night of empty physicality
With a girl who’s never felt,
Quite. This. Safe.
Help;
help me dig myself out of these scattered thoughts and feelings
that I’ve lost myself in
These anxieties have bound me and I can’t see
but you make me feel safe,
In a way I’ve never felt .
and I think you could unravel me.
They’re telling me you’re the last one I should trust, but—
You make me feel safe
You tell me you always hurt the ones you try to love;
And even though your honesty seems a little tainted
with selfish tactics of reverse psychology
and false humility,
you make me feel safe
Funny, that my walls have grown out of a fear of the kind of ending
you claim to always create,
Yet, your drunken words of warning,
just touched them with a warmth they’ve never felt—
felt like they started to melt,
Felt like you just planted a little seed of trust on a surface
that’s been barren till just now.
So it’s sad,
Sad, that these thoughts and feelings are probably unwarranted,
silly, merely borne out of your casual attempt
at a night of empty physicality
With a girl who’s never felt,
Quite. This. Safe.