It seemed i chased sadness.
I loved the things that made me sad.
Like sad poetry,quotes,lyrics,anything that took me back to you.
You.
The number one thing i loved that made me sad was You.
You were once my happiness,how did that change?
I used to chase memories,dreams and hopes.
Sometimes I'm still convinced that's what am chasing
But in the end it turns out that i am only chasing broken things ,hoping that they'd fix a broken thing.
A broken person,a broken you or a broken me.
It seems i like to chase those things,the things that bring me sadness.
And if i try to run from them,they still find me.
And we both know what i really should be chasing here,is butterflies,
Actual butterflies,not the kind you get in your stomach but actual butterflies.
I should be chasing butterflies,dreams and paradise.
I should be chasing lovely,exciting,and happy things.
Things that bring me joy,not sadness.
I shouldn't be chasing the things that bring me sadness,
Should i?
I wouldn't think so.
So then why is it that i am?
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She's lost In A Sea Of Poetry
PoetryA sea of poetry, of metaphors and similes written by me