it baffles me, the bright feelings you give me
like a thousand sunsets i watched with you
burning and melting together in an array of pink and red
and it perplexes me, the dark feelings you give me
like the day i had to watch you cry and leave your feelings before you left
with me covered in a blanket of my own despair and jealousy
how you can keep me up til morning, leaving me crying at every saturated memory
or you can be the reason i die happy and smile wide with every nightfall
i want to love you
your hands and your hair
everything you hate and everything you love
i want to hate you
your laugh and your cries
everything you are and everything you want to be
because whether or not i hate you or love you
you are the one who stopped loving me
between all these memories
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
