tell her the things
that make you feel
alive
like the waves on a beach
or the waves in their hair
possibly the blue of the ocean
(dark and looming, forever a mystery)
or the blue of their eyes,
of their sadness
(horrid and pale).
or how the sand is between your toes
and you can't feel a thing
because all you can think of
is the brown of
their eyes,
their hair,
their skin.
or of the numbness
in your fingers as you
run your hands together,
wishing for a warmth no one
can provide.
or is it the way your hair flies
out the car window
or the way you feel yourself go red
from laughing so hard,
and there are tears on you cheeks
(warm and welcome; they are joy)
maybe,
impossibly,
objectively,
you make yourself happy;
you make yourself feel
alive
YOU ARE READING
『ɴᴇғᴇʟɪʙᴀᴛᴀ』
Puisi˗ˏˋ nefelibata ˊˎ˗ (n.) ❝cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not obey the conventions of society, literature, or art❞ ❀poetry by the author (that isn't really poetry)
