10.18.17
i know we were in love,
but the circumstances
built this wall between us
if it could talk, it'd
complain bout how it
couldn't really separate us.
i know for a fact,
no matter what happens around us,
this connection we have would stay unfazed.
being the impulsive motherfucker I am,
i went out to ride my bike
in these crime infested streets at night.
i saw you doing the same
the world was ours.
we laughed, talked about conspiracy theories and went home
i know this doesn't sound like much,
but goddamn, the whole year's
worth of alcohol didn't get me as
intoxicated as I was in this moment.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
