Guerilla Refrain

I can talk to myself,
All I need?
What I know,
Lover ether
In your rags green
A little pale and skin tight,
With your crushin' embrace
And no remorse,
Lazy granite,
Your cuttin' words
And mildewed frame,
Ridiculous stare
And quiet nature

There is a sadness in my eyes,
You do not have to tell me
I can feel it
Hooked in my eyesockets
Draggin' me across the floor.

It is now an open wound
Airing and breathing
With a wince,
But all of me
Will not fit inside

Tuhin Gupta
I agree with Katelon, it's funny but words can't express words sometimes... One would have to write a poem to express. Wonderful!

Katelon M Starre
I can't form a comment that expresses how this poem makes me feel. The best I can do is a bookmark, let me read it some more, I'll get back to you some day.

KissMoon123
I love the second stanza