"Flatline"
Moonlights flooding through my bedroom window,
Casting a shadow on my face...
But as for me?
I just sit here;
Wishing I could fix this mess,
Letting the cup of tea beneath me
Steam up my glasses,
Painting my confusion as fogged as my sight.
I hug the sweater around me and
Try to hold my breath.
'If I can't breathe,
I can't think.
If I can't think,
I can't cry over him.'
I repeat in my head,
Trying to make myself stuck in this
Moonlit moment.
Let me be trapped in between
This heartbeat and my next.
I mean I never know which one will be the last.
I let out my breath,
Only blowing more steam in my face,
Warming me but I still shiver.
'Maybe I wasn't enough'
I think
'Or maybe no one is...
Or what if I can't be?
Does that just make me part of
A day dream?'
I fling my glasses off of my face and onto my bed,
In an act of desperation with myself.
Was I not enough?
Will I ever be?
I flip my diary shut for the night
And release a long held breath
And look at the moon...
I used to be afraid of the dark but ever since you left it's comforted me...
And I may struggle,
But I am stuck between one breath and the next.
One beat of my heart and the one that follows.
If you hook me up;
Darling you'll find I've flatlined...
I may be walking around and
I smile at everyone...
But I feel so dark and dead inside.
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PoetryA book pf my poetry through my life, whether sad, happy, or even just numb... Please leave any comments, tips, or advice you would like to. Thank you so much for reading. This is dedicated to Joshua, Dan, and my siblings for the support~
