four am guitar sounds
and words that aren't enough
you always said you wished
that you were the type of girl that
people write songs about
hummed lullabies and
melodies
[scream the lyrics]
you never knew that you were
that frenzied ink bears your name
post-it's with lilacs and wolf teeth
i never could describe you
you had all these words for
all the things i was and
all the things i meant
and all i ever had was
"i love you"
a girl so caught up in words
she stopped sending them
and took mine with her
[give them back]
i gave you my fucking melodies
i gave you bird songs
and street lights
and shared skies
and it was never enough
i am n o t h i n g
when i am not your words
when i am not sunsets
and champagne
and fall
who am i
when i'm not a subset of you
it was supposed to be
you and me
me and you
where did you go
WHERE DID YOU GO
COMEBACKCOMEBACKCOMEBACKCOMEBACK
[give me back my poetry]
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let's pretend i didn't disappear for months
YOU ARE READING
midnight mumbles • poetry
Poetry𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 i share poetry and poeticisms about the things that mean the world and nothing at all
