festivals,
birthdays ,
casual outings
and pretty sunsets.
sundays ,
thursdays,
sappy fridays
and the long but happy mondays.
excited smiles,
crappy jokes,
jumps like kangaroos
and warm thick hugs.
cold coffees,
comfort ice cream,
not so good momos
and love made maggie.
sad realisations,
sitcom experiences,
dreams made of no sense
and sexuality full of unanswered questions.
walks that never end,
sitting forever being tired of the outside world,
running as fast as we could to shake off the dust of judgement
and being handcuffed to each other for having no common interests but strong compatibility.
can't take our eyes off each other and
are perfect for each other.
2 years too young
and 2 years too old
one only befriends a younger one
and one only befriends an older one.
one did not feel like their age and wanted to be younger so they went and
jumped for too young
one did not feel like their age and felt too mature for the kids their own age and jumped for too old.
one was shamed and called immature
and one was impressive and called mature.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Who Broke Others
PoesíaRead these series of poems that show the rollercoaster of emotions that I felt throughout the year.
