t a u t o l o g y
/tôˈtäləjē/
noun
a useless restatement, or saying the same thing twice using different words
she's got a hole in her heart
but she used to feel whole in her heart
she had every song to hear
even if she isn't here
i know that she's in the atmosphere
floating around me in my memory
as i
rest my case
i know it's okay
because someday
her and i
will be the same
she was
and i am
but
the girl in my mind will come back to life
i do chest compressions on myself
wondering how i would be
or who i'd be
without anyone else
i'd rather waste time sitting next to her
that anyone who lacks interest
that isn't enough
nothing felt right
so i wanted to write my wrongs
but i can only seem to fall in love
while listening to love songs
my heart was whole
and now
the passion in me
grows
it swells in joy and despair at the same time
i'm happy, but i'm crying
i'm living, but i'm dying
i lay in wonder
maybe i imagine too much
referring to myself as she
as if there will ever be
a she to rhyme about again
i'm sure there won't be
so she is me
i did chest compressions on myself
so i could breathe
live another life in a world that doesn't understand
i do
but that means little to
the world
pain is growing
aches are moaning in my mind
begging to leave behind those words like bruises, cuts, and knives
i'd rather cry forever
than shed a tear together
i'm sure this isn't poetic poetry
or wordy words
no loving love
or dovey doves
just plain old me
that nobody wants to understand
but can't seem to leave
if you're all so tired of me
then go to sleep
YOU ARE READING
s o n d e r ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
Poetrypoetry about life, happiness, and all that is to come. ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
