Call me blind
but your silhouette in that neon sign has got me thinking out of focus
Even if you really only seemed to like me in that moment
and I only liked part of your components
Because we certainly were just a spur-of-the-moment type thing weren't we?
Dancing on top crooked streets heating the concrete beneath both our feet
feels like such a blur now,
These weird little memories
I can't quite put together how I could have allowed you to slip away like this...
it doesn't make sense.
But I guess I do remember somewhere somehow someone said true love was dead
But I didn't get that through my head in time.
I got too attached.
What a crime that I kneaded my heart out my chest just for you to bruise it and throw it away
What a shame you couldn't have stayed a while.
All I know is that I'm still blinded by your silhouette in that neon light
But you gave me a reality check,
and I'm starting to think back in focus,
You really only did ever like me in that moment, huh.
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Half English / Half Cynicism
Poetrythis is a collection of my original poetry, and I hope you enjoy. I explore the themes of belonging, LGBTQ+, longing, and loss. Thank you for giving my writing a read and a chance :).
