21:53 03/03/2019
empty
no you
no me
nothing on the tv
silent
no pinging on the phone
just the wind outside
all alone
darkness
no light
from outside
since it's nighttime
bland
no colour
since the world boasts
shades of grey
all it is
is a collection of nothing
a silent storm
of rapid clouds
all i am
is a collection of things
than never happened
and made me who i am (not)
if it rains
i hear repeat
over and over again
in my head
a sentence you recognise
but wouldn't know
unless
you were with me
my red curtains
have been drawn
so i wouldn't even know
if you were outside
i apologise
for ignoring your calls
but i can't take you
anymore
i'm bored
with being bored
i should wake up
find a world
but there's nothing to see
so clear
empty
of people who used to be
just like m e
21:58 03/03/2019
YOU ARE READING
petal poetry
Poesíayour flower face and rosy cheeks floral dress on petalled skin fast written poetry raw thoughts from my brain have a little piece of me and please enjoy your stay
