Until You Come Around
Confessions from the past #poem
It’s hard to share
Shut down and I stare
Frustrated by imaginary expectations
The Smallness creeping inside to out
All I’m doing is trying
I’m not trying anything else
Giving Space
Tip Toeing words
Nothing, but a blank face
Negativity is exhausting
Listening is exhausting
Remembering is exhausting
Living with out recognition is exhausting
It’s not just you
It’s not just me
We both fuck up
You and Me
Adrenaline turned downpour
Stability went out the door
The blame is on me
Can’t leave anything be
I did this for you
And what did you do?
Turned it around
Placed the blame on me
The aurora of your red rage
Completely surrounds me
Suffocates me
Strangles me
Squishes me down
And leaves me to drown
Do I do this?
Nitpick and fret to no end?
While only looking out and not in?
Guess I’ll get comfy
Right here
On the ground
Until you come around
Thank you for reading another Chaos Poem!
ILYSM & TTFN,
Taylor Cecelia Brook
This poem beautifully captures the complexity and rawness of emotions in a relationship that’s struggling. Your words bring such a powerful sense of vulnerability—it’s as if each line pulls back another layer, revealing how overwhelming it can feel when efforts go unnoticed and when expectations clash. The imagery of suffocation and grounding evokes that exhausting cycle of blame and self-reflection. I admire the honesty in acknowledging shared faults and the pain of feeling both unheard and misunderstood. This line, “Do I do this? Nitpick and fret to no end? While only looking out and not in?” is particularly poignant, showing self-awareness that’s often hard to express. Thank you for sharing this—it’s a courageous, relatable expression of love, frustration, and resilience.
Also, I ADORE YOU 💕
I’m done waiting for mine to come around ❤️