march ² [poetry]

ii. getting oder // growing colder

runaway - aurora
"i was running far away, would i run off the world someday?"

i was provided with an intuition
but jokes on me, i never listen
yes, i got it, she's your favorite
but isn't she, after all, the enemy?
i just took her bullet for you
yet you still choose her over me

best friend or the person you're using -
i don't think you know the difference

summer is the season of depression
call me a gem, but not worth shining
then you go absent, kinda old-fashioned
while i will most likely go fear-diving

maturing might be realising
bad people aren't always to blame

good people become runaways
when all their houses lose to burning
they flee out of the biting flames,
screaming, nobody look at the news
war es everywhere, it's terrifying

they say it'll be fine once you grow
what if, like you, i grow cold?
or even scarier, what if i don't?

is being in hell not just being alone?
tired of fighting, of putting on a show?

sleep is my favorite way to cope
but it gets harder to sleep
when my heart is not my own

it's not allowed to say what i need
mouth shut, self-choosen sorrow
yeah, i will definitely grow cold
caught in a trap, the joke is getting old