i was perfectly fine
thinking what i had was just another childhood fling
but no childhood fling feels this bad
the chlorine and the eyes i can't read
why is it you always pass by me
always looking my way
but you're never happy
what did i do?
so i bleed everything onto paper
it was neon and pastel and pretty
but my stomach started to cry
it was a joke
but i was serious
and i knew why you were always frowning
everything i had felt on a single 11.5 x 8 inch paper
placed against my satin coal skin
but something about the rotation of the earth off put our destinies
and was lost in the wind
why i had to feel so lost
searching for a colorful part of my soul
my eyes sweeping the ground
as you brushed right past me
"it's not the end" i said
but the anchor in my heart already sunk
i was doing so fine
but you let yourself into my mind
and now i'm a mess
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
