sometimes i wonder if i‘m just another someone
stepping into another someone’s footprints
a placeholder for a someone you can‘t let go
even though the years have passed
and the people have too
i compare myself to a someone who is worthy
of poetry,
of words so beautiful and soft,
i can‘t fathom you thinking them about another someone,
me
it is not about that, i want to deny
speaking the lie so softly to myself
because i keep wondering if you think about me
the way you think about her
if i‘m worthy of colorful words and shiny metaphors
or if i‘m just another someone
who‘s stepping into another someone’s footprints
if worlds we spun and lives we lived aren‘t enough
compared to the someone who got away
i keep wondering if you think about me
the way you think about her
if i‘ll forever just be someone who isn‘t her,
who‘s just enough,
just isn‘t her
a placeholder
i wonder if one day
a someone will return to you
and i wonder if that day
my passing will leave footprints too
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 4:46 AM UTC
do you only ever see people in color
when they are gone?
when they have taken all their tints and tones,
leaving you empty,
black and white?
do i have to leave
for you to see me
in all of mine?
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
when did you turn bitter
was it when she touched you
spun lies you couldn’t reject
or did you turn bitter long before
when love felt like a slice of lemon
dripping on an open wound
was the pain of losing me so great
that you’d rather give up
before fighting for what’s left
did you turn bitter before you broke my heart
or did you turn bitter
after
when i broke yours
with lies as easily spun as hers
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC