let it be said
that when our eyes meet
it's only because i will it
a black and white fight
with a heart screaming
about a nonexistent past
and my mind begging, "stop"
with you crickets are sirens
sparklers are stars
mothers envy our youthful lives
your smiles are just love
it may be hard to forget
your approximate knowledge of things
while you can't tell me about eggs
you spill over hours about space
know that when you look at me
my soul, it chips
cracks and dissolves
against a broken solemn tide
it carries me away
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
