holding my breath:
we, being different
trying in every way possible
dreamt of dancing, sun-kissed,
salty water and sandy toes
to live for the hope of it all -
i should have forgotten all of it, all of YOU
long... a long time ago
but having the privilege of attacking with my words
gives a pleasure like no other
and we had our names written in the sand
(we hated beaches, but we chose to kill our hate with our most beautiful memories)
and i guess
i don't give myself enough credit to have broken your frozen soul into pieces, innumerable of them,
to have taken the box containing your heart, set a lock on it and to have thrown the key away for it to be found by no other
(i cannot afford to see you being loved by someone else any better)
thus, you are broken in everyone's eyes.
with my tears hanging loose.
(IT'S YOUR LOSS i scream)
we could have been the perfect love story,
as perfect on paper as it could be
but my heart has surrendered to your cold exterior (my heart had started feeling heavy)
i was somebody you touch but never hold after.
and i started feeling sorry for myself.
how long has it been that i haven't been outside?
the sunrays haven't touched my skin for a while
i've forgotten what the moon looks like
have i locked myself in my room
or in a casket i ask
holding my breath.
YOU ARE READING
𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 ━ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ♡
Poëziea short compiled book of poems regarding feelings and answers to unasked questions; apart from poems it might also contain some small pieces of texts, thoughts mostly they are; don't even know if these will make any sense to you but to me they sure...
