I have a memorial
inside of my chest,
documenting the very day
I lost myself.
I cannot say that I miss
the person I used to be.
that girl was foolish; cowardly.
she reached for the sky
and expected it
to grasp her hand in return.
she caught droplets of rain
on her tongue
and believed
it would not poison her.
she clawed her way
up to the sky,
but not before
she came crashing down.
she lost it all,
tore her wings in the process.
reality began
to breathe down her neck.
when the girl I used to be died,
I rose higher than ever before.
higher than any mountain top.
higher than the sky itself.
I now dance with the stars
that reside in the darkened skies
and try to forget
what it felt like to fall.
maybe if I thread
enough wildflowers
into my bones
I can disguise
just how shattered
they really are
—we all have to grow up someday.
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Poesia❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
