we're walking amongst the dark
and your mouth and mind are spilling against the grass
i can tell that you're no longer here
and instead you're feeling the warmth of fire on your face
the flames tumbling out your mouth as we walk back
you're in the same spot i was a year ago
and it hurts to pull back the old feelings i once felt
as we cross the deities of heartbreak
i know we're at different dimensions of our life
but i'm just glad to be a part of yours
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
