standing in the shower
listening the the piña colada song
and a memory comes to me that i forgot i had.
in your music room.
you were practicing the drums
and i was leaning against the chair listening to you.
you took a break.
you sat on the ground with me and pulled me into your lap and we just sat there with my head in the crook of your neck.
lost track of time.
i scoot off and tell you to keep practicing or else your mom will be mad. you snap a picture of me unexpectedly. its super gross but you keep it, insisting i look so cute.
you go back to practicing and i lean back up against the chair.
dont remember why, but we were wearing pajamas.
i smile.
i snap back into reality. im smiling in real life, too.
a different song is playing and im sitting on the floor curled up into a ball.
two small tears mix with the water from the shower head.
when did i become so pathetic?
or have i been this bad forever?
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
