I'm waiting for a train that will never come.
Yes, I know,
it's fucking dumb.
Yet somehow I'm still paralyzed in fear,
somehow it feels like it's very near,
but the train doesn't even exist-
that much I know for certain.
It's the end of the act coming up, here's the curtain.
It was just a play, no reality in sight
though I tried so hard to believe with all my might.
Believe in what? No fucking clue.
I'm looking for something to help me undo
a lifetime of regret and chaos and pain.
I try to do things differently, but it always ends up the same.
I'm broken and confused,
I am dying, I'm bruised.
And at the end of the day I just wish it would stop,
I'm over the rage making my knuckles white hot.
I'm done with salty tears sneaking into the corners of my lips.
All I can think about is the way your hands grab my hips,
how your palm feels against my cheeks,
how it feels when you're in me so deep.
Lost in lust, no sanity.
You make me quake, no vanity.
I love you with no need for you to love me
even though I want it desperately.
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Lolly Vieira
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I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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Comments (2)
This is such a heartbreaking feeling. You’ve articulated this so well. I love the metaphor of a train that never comes or even exists.
This is raw and intense—filled with a sense of inner turmoil and longing. The mix of regret, desire, and emotional complexity makes this piece strikingly powerful. Keep pushing through, even when it feels like you’re standing still.✨