i can feel her gushing
with nostalgia
sadness
anger
denial
and i hate it
but i can feel every part of it
in my own mistakes
it pours out of me
it slinks toward the ground
and it's dark
and it pulls out my soul every time it sinks to the floor
it can leave me breathless
it will leave me on the floor
and i will be begging to a god i don't believe in for the pain to go away
and everytime i feel my soul string apart
i wonder if i will even have a soul intact
by the time the feeling goes away
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poesíastatic 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
