She walked up to me,
The odd confidence, but anxious too,
And we watched a movie a seat apart.
Together, our energy mingled together
Like some ball of blackness that was
Never meant to exist.
But how perfect it was.
Because together we spoke so easily,
So perfectly like together was always.
Had we really just met?
Yes. Even now, we learn more of us,
But we feel like old friends at odd hours.
We feel like time is an illusion and
Our energies have always been this
Black mass of memory.
She walked up to me,
And I could not believe I was crushing
Again.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
