I gave you every single word of me
My secrets, my lies
I drew you up so high that I could even see you anymore
But, that pedestal that you once sat on high
Has been crumbling for months
And, well has crumbled
for my X
The only X I've ever had
We talked for hours and hours,
Sitting and staring, like we were watching the ocean caress through the screen over billions of small pebble shaped things
We wonder why we never cared too much
There was nothing more the care about,
Only you and I,
X
Love
O
•for no one in particular•
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
