The bubble bursts and sadness leaks
Seeping deep into the dirty ground
The traces left between the pavement concrete
A shrine for all of my
Futures;
I'm still me, just less of a person tonight
You may think I just feel different
There's nothing, the surface is clean and
You don't notice anything of
Major importance while
I crawl under your skin and scare you to death
From the inside;
You walk through the door
And out of my life
A smile on my lips
The tie you're wearing stretches
Out in front of my eyes like a slow motion picture film
And I'm...
Drowning;
It's laying alone on the carpet floor now
I'd probably try to hang myself with it
If it wasn't a present for your birthday
Bummer.
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chained // poetry
Poesiaanother collection of my poems, musings and somewhat simple complexities of one human's life.
