This is what I do on social media: I post bad poetry. What I lack luster (get it? lackluster?) I make up for in consistency...like gruel.
Hands wet against your window
Knuckles bloodied at your door
I’d fight through hell to get to you
But you don’t live here anymore
I’d give up my everything
To mean something to you
Said you’d let me in then shut me out
Can’t you see the damage that you do
I’m finally at my wits end
Face down on the floor
Broken weary and defeated
What am I fighting for
Thought I had a place in your heart
But I don’t live there any more
Forever chasing your love
As truth outside the lies
Blinded to reality
I never saw me in your eyes
TL Boehm
#randompoetry
7/7/24