One day she walked and I watched.
I cried and bang my fist on the wall.
Night time came; so did the nightmares.
One window, one bed, one me, one moon, one her.
I laid down and stared at the ceiling and thought about her again.
The soft breeze on my face reminded me of her skin.
The neon lights reminded me of her eyes.
I inhaled and closed my eyes.
Exhaled then I started to cry.
I buried myself under the blankets and pillows, deep where I couldn't hear my thoughts.
I slowed down time and smiled.
I'm ok I know I am.
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Aesthetic Poems ( I guess)?
PoetryThey are all mine. Freestyle is my thing. PROCEED WITH CAUTION Aesthetic stuff , just poetry , some Spanish
