You're not here.
Nothing new.
When I need support and admit it,
you disappear.
Like it never happened.
Like, I'm fine.
So when something's wrong,
I'll tell you I'm fine.
Just to spare the usual,
"it'll be okay,"
or the "you'll make it."
One day,
it wont be okay, I won't be okay.
Frankly, I'm not from the start.
But one day it will get worse.
Then you'll wonder where you went wrong.
Or maybe you'll just discard it,
as if it never happened.
Just another ghostly figure to haunt you in the night.
Nothing. New.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
