one day, the world will shine not for
those who have hurt you,
but for how hard you have fought.
i promise to you
those nights where you
haven't left your house for like six days
and the sink is full
of dirty dishes and
everything smells like dry perfume
with asparagus.
where,
when you stand up the whole world spins around
and passes you.
until you
are the only one left.
where the sheets are hot
and stick to your skin like glue,
and your feet start to go pale
and your lips get chapped.
the nights where the music
is sullenly playing
in the back of your head
where the air breathes sadness
and your brain can't
decipher outlines any longer,
and suddenly you're knocking
into tables and walls
and all you can do is sit there.
i promise
those nights
will,
they must,
pass.
YOU ARE READING
horribly beautiful ✔️
Poetrypeople write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. jun...
