𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬

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photos from 5 years ago


Different lines

Black clothing


Mourn,

Mourn,

Mourn


But for what?


Maybe it's because of you,

I'm like this

Maybe it's because I'm used to

what's not


Long sleeves

Letting my hair cover my face

So used to the grey crescents shaded under my eyes

So used to the tears that burn along the edges of my eyelids


Watching my shadow stretch longer across the floor

The only movement in my room is when

the wind whispers through the curtains


When was the last time I laughed?


Hangers,

Chipped hooks,

Discarded boxes,

And split sentiments


Chugging juice,

Milk,

Bubble tea


Will this last forever?


Sometimes I think I catch your voice on the wind

I wonder if you spend your days thinking of me

or if you're just half-drunk-happy


Running my hands under the cold water

Feeling my fingers slowly going numb


I wish the rest of me could.


Sunglasses,

Hoodies,

Tight strings

And straps


Rearview mirror,

Hollywood grounds,

Palm trees,

The original


Polaroids,

Disposable pictures,

Old time memories


Pine trees,

Vineyards,

Ivy


Realising I've spent an hour in the shower

Water dripping from the ends of my hair

Water hanging onto my eyelashes


Let them fall

Let them blur those photos of us from 5 years ago


I know I shouldn't think this

but


I hope you stay.

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3.12.22

Written while listening to: https://youtu.be/LChF16vd4RM 

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