they come to me with a smile.
with kind words,
with gentle motions,
as if i am something bound to
fall apart upon
a sound too loud.
but it's you, like a home,
who they'll always
go back to.
i am a moment,
a blur in their eyes,
while you are time itself.
i can only watch from a distance
and breathe it in,
while you are the horizon,
are the breath,
are.
i wished so many of my days
away for just a simple glimpse,
a tiny taste of all that i am not.
so many of my days i
searched and grabbed and
cried for my simple, tiny
missing pieces
because this can't be all there is.
i have to be more.
there has
to be
something
more
to me
than me.
so many of my days, and i
am still, none the wiser.
-V
(little short lil thing lil cutie pie lil shortie)
(also, i don't like this one very much lol, it seems lackluster, but it also makes me sad so idk tell me what you think <3)
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still, none the wiser (poetry)
Poetryi grieve for memories, mostly. ☆☆☆☆ these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things. (also I love criticism, plz be mean <3)