Poetry Tree

Untitled Part 19

I'm your favorite red balloon,

deflating because you held it since June.

Today I'm not the brightest light,

I've been holding my energy the whole night.

You're the sweetest candy in the store,

what a shame if you're on the floor.

The broken glass never got fixed,

cause the owner's emotions are mixed.

Everyday's sunlight is blinding me,

I hold my breath through my anxiety.

When every carpenter is inaccurate,

tell me when my heart becomes inactive.

Each night is a cold breeze on my feet,

death by the sun and life as hearts beat.

I'll never make it to my home,

and if I did I'd still be alone.

So today I'm asking for a favor,

twice the price choosing ice cream flavors.

Just tell me what my taste is,

and say if I can be replaced with

anyone who lives by the shore.

I'm not the kind to live life on the edge,

but I promise I take my own pledge.

As tomorrow passes by without notice,

I'll always forget that I ever wrote this.

It'll be forgotten like how you forgot me,

the message in a bottle thrown to the sea.

Because let's be real, no one could find it,

it's lost and soaked by every little bit.

And today the clouds are embracing,

everyone else is copy-pasting

another person's homework,

because nobody at school isn't a jerk.

I want to play a game that's realistic,

so realistic your wealth you could pick.

I want to live a life I couldn't live,

cause I'm forever punished for my sins.

I'm the necklace you've worn forever,

replaced and covered by high-end sweaters.

I can't be the warmth that wraps around you,

I'm the cold dangle on your neck which you threw.

Cause all I am to you today,

is some sort of puzzle you loved to play.

I'm the broken tire that's thrown away,

the same function but broken things get replaced.

I'm not meant for this world anymore,

cause vintage things aren't in your store.

My eyes burn from your happiness,

humor of sadistic clumsiness.

By tomorrow my body can still move,

though each day I'm drowning in my own pools.

A pool of memories that can't be drained away,

one giant monster that can't be tamed.

Overthinking is my big specialty,

although my nightmares' still haunting me.

My anxiety is in my own dreams,

I'm still bleeding even if I'd leave.