and i hope that one day someday,
i will read these pages again
and feel the pain in my chest once more.
but after i close the book,
i will go on with my day,
because i have a lot of more important
things to do than just
looking back at the past.
and i will do it once in a while.
if that ‘someday’ is to come
and knock on my door,
i think i will miss
being this miserable
because i won’t be able to go
back to this anymore
if ever.
i will miss rotting on the couch,
and my stinky smell
that covers the sheets of it.
i will miss the quiet midnights
that i spent writing this book.
i will miss having a few cups
of coffee in the morning,
and drinking more throughout the day.
i will miss being like this,
but i wouldn’t want to go back
because i have been wishing, for years,
for my own betterment,
and i won’t throw that to waste
just for something
that i’m missing
from the past.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
