A mad poet who once loved
I was afraid of failure ,
so I stopped trying
I was afraid of heartbreak ,
so I stopped loving
Ironically,
Not at all afraid of death ,
Yet I am still here ...
Proof that I am only a good liar
Ask me when I am half drunk ,
Ask me when I am at death 's brink ,
Ask me your name ,
Feel me wake my grave to confess
Feel me recite you from my quivering lips ,
from eyes that you let everyone see ,
To the crevices where only I've been ,
half scared , half sacred ,
Like a mad poet who once was in love ,
Whose loneliness stole away that love
Half lonely , half in love
And always about you
The ink of in my fingertips , all about you
The other ink inches above , all about you
Madness and the fake sanity ,
All this time , all about you
The love that once was , and the lies after ,
always about you ..
Myself , never not about you ....
© myrottenpoetry_13
so I stopped trying
I was afraid of heartbreak ,
so I stopped loving
Ironically,
Not at all afraid of death ,
Yet I am still here ...
Proof that I am only a good liar
Ask me when I am half drunk ,
Ask me when I am at death 's brink ,
Ask me your name ,
Feel me wake my grave to confess
Feel me recite you from my quivering lips ,
from eyes that you let everyone see ,
To the crevices where only I've been ,
half scared , half sacred ,
Like a mad poet who once was in love ,
Whose loneliness stole away that love
Half lonely , half in love
And always about you
The ink of in my fingertips , all about you
The other ink inches above , all about you
Madness and the fake sanity ,
All this time , all about you
The love that once was , and the lies after ,
always about you ..
Myself , never not about you ....
© myrottenpoetry_13