Thinking about the worst.
Forgetting about the thirst
Of love you have.
Still letting go of the dove
The one that saw everything.
The one that didn't cling
To you, as if you were its only light.
Now all you can do it bite
Down and hope for the best.
Knowing that you only guessed.
Only thought you weren't blessed
With something beautiful.
And now you know that you're in trouble.
Because you let go of it
Knowing you wouldn't admit.
Losing the only true friend you had
Now that friendship is dead.
And you miss it even though it was easy letting go then,
It's not anymore and it's giving you a migraine.
Letting go was easy
Now all you feel is queasy.
And you realize it was there whenever you needed help.
But you never helped it and it just dealt
With all the pain it was receiving.
Never once showing its grieving.
And now that it's gone
You know that you'll have to be by yourself again until dawn.
YOU ARE READING
Something Immortal
AléatoireJust a bunch of random poetry i wrote. hopefully it's not too bad. it's just about my life and how i'm feeling. this is a way i like to cope with shit so hope you enjoy my coping mechanism as much as i do.
