one
two
three
--
it starts slow
like a minuet
romantic
calming
reassuring.
--
click
flash
click
--
i check my phone
pucker my lips
smile-
push the panic down
breathe
--
bubblegum pop
heels clicking
smell of perfume
smoldering-
--
the dance evolves
into something
untameable
a waltz
--
and if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones
--
repeat
--
cause most of us are
heaving
through
corrupted lungs
--
again
and
again
and
again
--
and if you're still bleeding
you're the lucky ones
--
like the days
that go by
YOU ARE READING
inevitable
Poetry"sometimes... you have to let it go." - love doesn't always end with a happily-ever-after.
