i don't know who you are
i've never had the chance
to speak with you
laugh with you
i've never had the chance
to even snicker
and when i felt you were
the sad type of person
i guess i wish i could've done
those things
as i felt the smiles
you were inhabiting
only left to suffocate
yourself
as your friends remind you
you're only the punchline
to a finished joke
that no one gets
i wish i could've noticed
that it wasn't a joke
as your picture remains
in photos online
and all i could do
is remind my friends
of your existence
i wish i could've made jokes with you
spoken with you
glanced your way more often
i wish
i had been less nervous
to speak with you
i don't know who you are
only your name
as it resonates
with the word that's been
messing with my life
for the past decade
as i'm told
you were
sucked up
by life's vacuum
whirling around
with the dirt
as a part of you fades along
with it
before i could even have a chance
to get to know
more than just your name
i wish i could've asked more
"are you okays'"
i could have listened a little more
but i'm only left hoping
that no one else
feels this way
that no one else
is planning their end
i'm only hoping i could
stop it before it even begins
i don't know you
so i can't mourn you
but all i can
do is pay my respects
and pray to someone out there
that they could be there
before the pain feels too much
for them.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
