You'll sit on the couch
Hoping the sinking would end
Like the echo of gravity would stop ringing
You'll plug in earphones
Listen to anti-love slam bullshit
Ignoring the sound of your own tears escaping your cheeks
You'll hide in supermarkets from the flowers,
he gave you on a Saturday evening
As the black sludge finds its way through your lungs
Careful sweetie,
do not fall in fall in love with this sadness
Don't intoxicate yourself with this madness
This melancholy air can be sweet
But your sanity is sweeter
So smile
Chin up
Side step
No, I do not know when this burning sensation ends
Or when the flowers inside you,
Will grow again
But please darling,
Smile
I promise this will end
I'll help you pick up the pieces
We'll cover your heart in plaster
Until you can breathe again
Let go
Let go of gravity's song
Let yourself float
Just for a moment
YOU ARE READING
bittersweet emotions.
PoesiaGrey people with grey emotions. I write red poems about their grey lives and blue poems about mine They breathed in sweet air As I breathed in the ocean. They tasted liquor As I tasted the guilt on my lips. (Stuck, chap 12)
