"(S)he was long gone when (s)he met me..
And I realized the joke is on me.."
There she was,
suave, smooth, slick.
There he was,
awkward, afraid, atoned.
Together,
they were a team.
There she was,
a flower in the mist of snow,
upright, glowing, happy.
There I stood,
an obstacle in the way.
I was the hurdle they would have to vault over if they wanted to get closer to the end, but don't worry!
Rather than jumping over me,
they did what was easier!
They stepped on me, kicked me aside, shoved me,
smiled with grins so bright they blinded even those who couldn't see,
laughed so loud they could be heard by those who couldn't hear.
It wasn't on purpose,
of course, no, no!
They were good people.
Thoughts danced about in my mind each time I thought about them.
We had her; seemingly suave, smooth and slick,
actually all that, ultra crazy, violent, aggressive, and had a knack for being accident prone.
We had him, seemingly awkward, afraid and atoned, actually all that,
except he'd become confident as the years passed, sour like a lemon, but surprisingly good with people.
Then we had her, the beautiful flower that stood in the midst of the storm, her presence ever glowing and brilliant,
the colors vibrant as the white-grey-blues of the snowstorm passed.
In the midst of it all, I watched.
Slowly, the earth began to swallow me whole.
Down, down, down.
There I was,
being sucked in by the earth the soles of my feet once graced.
Ankle deep, knee deep, waist deep,
I'm being swallowed whole, I can't escape.
Now, we're neck deep,
and I can't see myself standing, not anymore.
But wait!
A cat, an oyster, a demon!
One offering a furry paw, the other opening up its hard exterior to reveal something beautiful and precious, another revealing the true meaning of the dark void in her eyes.
A shining star, a raincloud!
One offers me bright smiles, warmth and wisdom, the other offers me gentle patters of kind words and the cold that reminds me she's there..
..but I can't take them.
My hands are buried with me.
An orange, a wallaby, and a snowflake, there they stand.
Bright and vibrant on the outside, seemingly sweet and sour on the inside, she's there for me, she's one of the last people who help.
Adorable on the outside, smol, precious and huggable in every form, the wallaby's here, she's here.
Delicate, beautiful and ever so kind, her smile is so warm that her cold exterior melts, turning into an angel, the halo donning her head glowing against my tear-ridden face.
They're all here.
They pulled me up.
All of them.
Together.
United.
No matter what their race, sexuality, gender, they're all here to help me.
My friends are my cure.
They'll help.
I'm sure they will.
I saw you then, standing with them.
I wanted to wave goodbye, but I didn't. I couldn't.
I'm sure they will.
Goodbye, Daisy.
-Sorry for the pettiness and lowkey shade.-
(DEDICATED TO MY BEAUTIFUL FRIENDS, THE ONES THAT STOOD BY ME DESPITE MY TEARS AND CONSTANT MOOD SWINGS.)
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Poetryin which a girl writes all sorts of poetry. - highest rank: #328 in poetry
