It feels like a waste of time when we weren't fixing the crack you decided would break us
It feels like I was pouring water on a dandelion you admired and said was like me
and irrigating little wounds in the ground
And you were quietly on fire the entire time
Now I certainly enjoyed bits of the wasted time
But others were awful
thorns of guilt crawling up my body
And as I yelped I mistook your patience for empathy
For trust
Fear and self preservation blooming too late around me
And my leading comments were lost on you too like sprinkling your drink on a bonfire
You have climbed far away while I was holding you I'm not sure how I missed it
But I should've asked a while ago
Is your time and energy wasted on me?
YOU ARE READING
for now
Poetrypoems for this time and to an incredibly beautiful girl. a reminder that people are mostly good. feelings are mostly good. life is good and life changes every day. Feelings protect you, and it's okay not to be okay.
