liv. LEFT THINKING MAYBE IT'S FOR THE BETTER.
that suffocating
overwhelming
feeling
when you're about to fall asleep
with headphones in
and that one song
the one that played when you found
yourself a giggling mess
with cold feet on kitchen tiles
dancing
slow dancing
to the lyrics that were sung so beautifully
to the instruments that were tuned just right
it's then that tears build up
under a black screen of nothing
and in between your lungs
you feel this pressure
of everything that went wrong
and how it seemed to add up
that nothing ever went right
but you still love them
my god
with every fiber within you
does your heart still sing for them
the same way this song does
for the innocent
overly exciting
romance that once blossomed
perished
in hands that only expected growth
and vibrant colors
stacked on top of a grey stem
too weak to hold itself up to the sun.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Puisixvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55