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⚠️the poet - jungkook solo

eyes wide open.

the cold wind makes him shiver.

243 feet between him and the finale.

he thinks.

he thinks about what he hates.

sand. mosquitos. disappointing your parents. blueberries. hailstones. waking up early. writers block. tequila. gold jewellery. wet socks. that feeling before you throw up. toothache. being late for work. paper cuts. hoovering. crumbs in his bed. panic attacks. being out of cigs. hangovers. bad breath. your clothes shrinking in the wash. headphones not connecting. ross from friends. cramps. cauliflower cheese. being left on read. tennis.

eyes closed.

his phone buzzes in his pocket.

it tickles.

he smiles,

but it fades quickly.

his feet hurt. god knows how long he's been stood up here.

he wants it to stop.

his hands are numb.

he opens his eyes again.

he looks at the boats passing below.

the bright lights make him dizzy.

he exhales and the biting cold makes his breath visible.

he bows his head.

he looks down at his shoes. his old beat up converse that he loves so much. they were a gift from his mother before she...

he thinks about the accident.

and the funeral.

tears slip down his face.

he thinks about going to put flowers on her grave with his brother. and how they went out to eat after and the waiter spilled a whole tray of drinks on him.

and he's laughing.

it ruined his favourite jeans but he's laughing.

the waiter was so embarrassed he cried and yet he's laughing.

he's stood up on a bridge but somehow he's still laughing.

and he laughs so hard that he can't stop. he thinks about his mother again. and how she always made him laugh even when it felt like it was impossible to do so. he misses her. and he loves her. and he loves his dogs, and tattoos and drawing.

he loves music. he loves baggy jeans. he loves picnics. he loves season six of bojack horseman. he loves cereal. the smell of clean washing. japan. eyeliner. diet coke. poetry. boys that wear glasses. mood lighting. funny looking animals. lego. radiohead. nail polish. instant noodles.
iced coffee. plushies. feature walls. pin badges. cargo trousers. ketchup. tiktok. hot showers. peter weir movies. daniel radcliffe. trainspotting. stephen-

he could go on.

and on.

and he laughs.

he laughs because there's so much in life that he cares about. so much to keep trying for. he keeps laughing.

eyes shut.

suddenly he's doubled over, laughing maniacally like he's heath ledger in the joker.

he laughs so hard that he feels like he's gonna throw up. and it's a feeling we know he hates so much but he keeps on laughing.

and the world keeps spinning.

and suddenly pictures flash in his mind like a montage at the end of a movie. his mother. his father and brother. the old family dog. first kiss. first day of school. first attempt. he laughs. first time he skipped a meal. the day his grandma died. getting expelled. getting sectioned. he laughs. he laughs and laughs until he stops.

eyes wide open.

and suddenly he's extremely aware of the fact that he's one step away from dying. and he thinks for a second, and goes to step back.

but he stumbles.

and he falls.

and the ten seconds he was falling felt like hours.

and in those moments he was paralysed, there was nothing he could do.

and so he laughed.

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my first attempt at poetry bc i'm having a bit of a crisis rn. please let me know if you like this kinda stuff!! normal oneshot pending i promise thank you as always for your patience.

lots of love ej ♥️♥️

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