i sit here
my lips wobble if i try to form a word
rivulets of tears are streaming down my cheeks and neck, soaking the collar of my shirt.
I'm wrapped in a blanket and trying to shrink into myself
thinking that maybe if i try hard enough i can just disappear.
my heart is burning,
but it's deep inside, almost like it's set itself on fire, it's burning from the inside out.
he's probably sitting at home,
on his phone or computer,
thinking of whatever comes to mind.
but i know it's not me.
he was my boy made of fire, and I've been fire too. he could have melted my heart had it been ice. but fire and fire don't mix, they just get stronger.
so we got stronger off of each other's friendship, but I've been holding on to ashes of my chances.
so I'm sitting here,
my own heart has set itself on fire,
and I'm slowly burning myself, with no way out.
YOU ARE READING
yellow
Poetry"i trusted you and you lied. the memories lasted, but you didn't." -thank you for all of the support and love, I'm just a teenager trying to figure stuff out so everything you say in support of me is wonderful and i love you all so so much thank you...
