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There was this girl who loved writing
She said, thinking words that fit into what she feels puts her messed up emotions and jumbled up thought at ease
And so she writes
She writes when she feels her heart bursting in excitement and that adrenaline is coursing through her body
She writes when her shoulders are sunken and she burns herself out that when she blinks it feels her eyelids are burning themselves
She writes when her mouth is exhausted for explaining things no one seems to understand
And she writes when she thinks about you
She writes as she laughs when you said something funny 6 hours ago
Or that awkward moment you did 2 years ago
She writes as she holds back the tears when she saw you with someone else
And she writes when she remembers
That she is nothing more than a person who was just lucky enough to know you
and fall in love with you
and appreciate you
But not lucky enough for you to do the same
And now she sits on her desk
Trying to write another poem to ease her banging heart and crippling thoughts
But no words come crashing out
She's feeling too much that she can't put it into words
She's feeling too much that she realizes tears are not the measure of sadness as she once thought
Because no tears are running down her cheeks and making her eye bloodshot
Like how it is many nights before
Just emptiness
Emptiness and Anxiety
And the constant feeling of unwanted emotions and thoughts
That makes her stomach fall and her hands tremble
And once there was this girl who found shelter and comfort in writing
And now there is this girl who is stripped that shelter and comfort
Because no words can ever describe that pain
-eris'
YOU ARE READING
Scintilla
Поэзияsomething you might want to read when you're too drunk in love you don't remember what being sober feels like
