wrapping your hands up
until the left is cut
but even without your arms around me
I still missed what we would be
I still found the old journal labeled
with our names on the front
because we were in love
until it felt like we went off into the deep end
and missed
where I felt the current of my feelings coming on too strong I told myself to go the other way to avoid any setbacks while I was swimming and then maybe we would not have ended up in the deep end of the ocean
where wrapping your hands up
until the left is cut
but even without your arms around me
it still felt like I had missed the rest of the story
where the chapters I thought were done
maybe still needed more to write
but then I looked at the rain on the outside
and I saw the flood of my thoughts
until there was no line
and we still ended up
in the deep end of the love
while undoing the final wishes of our thoughts
but I guess that last one was on me.
YOU ARE READING
The Undoing of My Thoughts
PoetryThe undoing of every thought in between One that was masking each part of me Coming from the other side of life Past the point of the undoing of my thoughts But looking back they were only the beginning of the undoing of my thoughts.
