little poems, pt. 2

oh time
please stop
just for a moment
but now I've wasted time
just asking

(fatigue)
















all I want to do
is something
but all I do
is nothing

(paralysis)
























if all you want is
control
you'll never have
enough

(control)






















no one else
will ever be me.
if I don't know myself
no one ever will.

(on the brink)






















I've lost
my north star
and I wonder
was it really there?

(bewildered)
























a thousand inner critics
all talking at once
and I can't understand
anything

(shut up)























I've always given you
the benefit of the doubt
but when will I give the benefit
to my doubt?

(fed up)























how do I stop
waiting
for you?

(post-dependency)
























who first called it
"walking away?"
the ones who go
or the ones who stay?

'cause it feels like I
have stood in place
and watched it slowly
drift away


(drifting)









but whoever coined
"I've lost my faith"
knew this feeling
that I face

I never chose
a "yes" or "no"
but I'm suddenly asking
"where did it go?"

(drifting, cont.)
























what if my deconstruction
was
my reconstruction?

(are you reconstructing yet?)