music blasting to my ears,
midnights that used to be soaked with
tears—
is currently filled with smiles.
but I stumbled upon mementoes which
caused my mind to race again after a
little while.flooding what ifs, drowning should've
beens,
and what's sadder is that there might
would've been not that much of a
difference.
yet I still agonize over the fact that I've
always been stuck in the in-betweens—
"I'm sort of... but not really...", "I would be...
but I'm currently not", "I had been, but I
already left since..."someday, I'll be able to stare at these
grainy photos and be genuinely happy.
but for now, I'll just avoid confronting these
melancholic memories by listening to
these midnight melodies.
YOU ARE READING
teeny tiny thoughts
Poetrystumbled upon teeny tiny thoughts and kept them in my pocket