I must look so silly
It must look so sad
To see me there
Laying
-
In bed, perhaps?
Maybe.
-
Where I am comfortable
Too comfortable to sleep
Where I live
Where I've known my best days
And forgotten my worst
Laying there,
Doing nothing.
Eyes wide open,
Looking at
No thing in particular,
On the verge or tears
-
Why are you crying?
Today was a good day,
Nothing to cry for;
Or is that why?
Because it is good?
Because you are safe now?
How unfortunate.
Phone in hand,
Screen on.
It says
"23:35"
And some date
And the day.
The charger plugged in
Where my veins
And my wrist
Plug into my hand.
I look almost lifeless
Bleak gray from the darkness
Color doesn't exist
In this time and space
I'm sorry.
It must be such a scene
To see me there lying
Like a shipwrecked cadaver
Like a body you'd find
By the mouth of a river
Washed up and pale
From the rush of the world
And the stress of the current
Of current events
I forgot why I'm sad
Or lonely or stressed
But I remember the moment
The feeling
The dress
I just know what it looks like
And what it looks like is this:
I'm laying there
Staring
At nothing at all
Wishing I could go back
To where dreams live
S̶o̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶i̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶,̶ ̶b̶a̶r̶b̶e̶q̶u̶e̶ ̶s̶a̶u̶c̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶t̶i̶t̶t̶i̶e̶s̶
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Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
