its consuming me and i don't know why,
it's just you've always had it all,
and you've never once had to lie,
whilst all i've had is fall after fall.
god and now you have what you need,
a boyfriend a baby and a life,
and whilst yet i can barely breed,
enough courage to drop the knife.
when was the last time you did?
dropped the knife, that is,
were you yet just a kid?
did the fire in your eyes grow brighter and brighter?
or did it dim around,
becoming less and less lighter,
without even a shimmer of a sound.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
