you sit, late at night as the image of him passes through your mind
they transfer into memories and your insides start to quiver
you remember the way he smiled with you at the table
how happy he seemed with everything in that moment
and you shake at how painful it was to laugh along
did he even care about how much he hurt you?
it was all fine to him, in fact it was swell
but late at night you still felt everything buried in your heart
clawing it's way out into the dark
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
