✓〡i love you, i'm sorry ¹ ( poetry )

xxxix. a story of exhaustion

right now - gracie abrams

there's snow everywhere in my heart

the lights are out, but i don't think they've ever worked

because that's just not what i do, so i just keep laying in the dark

i realise that that's simply my fate and it doesn't even hurt

it's just how it is, how it always was

i'm a favorite stranger and everyone's go-to make-it-worse

but i'm never been kept close, i'm just drifting apart

i don't know how it feels to be loved, instead i get shot and burned

i guess that's just me, a loner by heart

won't even be upset when the city kills the stars

you could probably say i'm close to no one more than the dark

always there for everyone, kinda treated like a get-away-car

but against myself, i'll go to war

if i don't treat myself the right way, how can i expect someone else to?

is loving just a chore we're from childhood upward taught to do?

the exhaustment poetry floods out of my tense hands

until i have nothing to write about anymore

someday, eventually, all of my books will come to an end

which is a fact that i don't think i will ever be ready for

stupid questions are thrown like, when you walked away, that door

will it pass sadly or will it go happily, why do i not deserve to know?

now it's only one poem to go, i suppose