I have been writing letters for the past 3 years.
All about everything you are;
And now I write letters about everything you were...
And I often sit and wonder,
Do the letters end up at your doorsteps;
Or where the line was once blurred enough;
That where you start and I end remained a mystery?
Or where you and I kept our war-struck lovelaced secrets?
Ones that the wind kept to itself and flew off?
Or the ones where we kept it to ourselves
cause even the wind cannot carry it to someplace,
where no one can find it cause of how heavy it is
from the years it had endured?
And I started to wonder what went wrong?
Perhaps we liked silence too much;
That only silence consumes our conversations.
We have none.
so....
I'm back?
idk i just feel like i haven't been in the greatest headspace to write, until now i guess?
i just still feel like i haven't moved on,
and god doesn't it hurt like some heavy stone on my heart daily?
but god, am i not being too hopeful that he'd return?
idk....
i dont know....
enjoyyyy
Singing Matilda by Harry Styles,
🫶jewel 🫶
(p.s: i moved houses, doing great here)
YOU ARE READING
Someone; Someday...
Poetrythis is just some poems that i want someone to read someday and stare at a wall and re-think their life; like how some have done, though a lesser impact... VERY SHORT POEMS, LONG POEMS, ANYTHING THAT I DEEM A POEM WILL BE HERE!
