
Sydney Jensen
Not an author, but always wanted to be. Love writing for fun but I have lots to improve!

Sydney Jensen
Not an author, but always wanted to be. Love writing for fun but I have lots to improve!
Can you feel it beating?
The sick twisting of your heart while you send your mind abroad, away from the hurting.
But the further you wander the harder it twists, crying, screaming for attention.
For relief.
But you won’t give them,
you can’t,
it’s too much,
too loud,
can’t think,
can’t breathe,
open your mouth,
shut your eyes,
But the sky is so pretty.
And, yes, this book is so...
How I wished to be loved
To be held and adored
Long walks on the beach and late nights spent indoors
But the hungry aren’t picky
I betrayed myself
I chose a love that was sickly
Arsenic water for health
I drank long and drank deep
And I choked with a smile
To undo myself would be well worth the while
But neglect has a cost
And one day I snapped
No longer I’d run to a beckoning lap
The arse...