a tumbling
struggle in the darkness
agony needs no lights
for the heart to feel
it's heavy isolation
sticks against the back
i fill my insides with sugar
just to cut me open
and watch it pool out again
and the pain persists
but the sun reminds me
you're just on vacation
and you'll be back
we'll meet again
and speak as friends
as if you never left
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
