The Ugliest Lovesong Poem by Erika Conti

The Ugliest Lovesong



I sit on the toilet
and wonder
what this love is about

It doesn't strike
as a thunder
it holds me down

I often stare at the mirror
and wonder why
it keeps me stuck to sorrow
I wonder how

To be honest I want to stay
lay
and wait
day after day

To be honest I don't know when
I ll become
my own best friend

my soul asylum
my dreams'grave
he makes me numb
he makes me dumb
he makes me cut my veins

It doesn't matter if I m aware
my legs are still
they go nowhere

It doesn't matter I know it s wrong
'cause I don't know what s good for me

I sit on the toilet and wonder
what this love is about

Would life be
any kinder?
I can't get out!

I write the ugliest love
song
I ever wrote

It doesn't matter I know it s wrong
'cause I don't know what s good for me

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