why did our worlds collide?
why didn't we put our feelings aside?
all of my regrets of our past
pile on my head and heart.
all of the endless what ifs fall apart.
i wish we never met, so i wouldn't
have to experience this feeling
ripping out of my chest.
my brain reassures me that
this will all come to pass,
while my heart acts dramatic
and cries out its lungs.
my eyes react to my muscle,
forming a few tears to set free
and to reflect what my heart really feels.
the eye bags thicken,
as the night goes on,
and my soul becomes like steel.
it absorbs all of my emotions and becomes an insulator.
my heart's role of an ochestra is
now an instructor, as i dwell
on our memories and past, saying,
"this goodbye is my very last".
YOU ARE READING
scribbles
Randomjust writing down whatever i want in here. they aren't rly poems bcs i can't write to save my life
