Do you remember?
If not I have pictures
Proof that it happened
That we did
In this
We're blowing dandelions
But you don't see me anymore
Just like the specks
That the camera couldn't catch
I've got photos of bubbles
Seconds before they burst
These atoms could never form a bubble again
Even if I held the remains of soap
And forced them to stay together
It would slip through my hands
When the bubble has burst
And the front screen has been shattered
It's hard to understand why
Because in all the pictures we're smiling
And I always expected a happy ending
YOU ARE READING
Evanesco
PoetryWriting about depression, bipolar and confusion. From personal experience from when I was swallowed in darkness and failed to see the light all around me.
