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Madi Feb 2019
i felt the wind on my skin today
i ran a mile
i laughed with friends
i ate my favorite food

and your face and your name occurred to me occasionally
i realize how much i still miss you
i realize how hard it is not to send that text

but i want you to know that its better this way
that you said we'd cross that bridge when we came to it

my darling, i'm standing on the edge of it now
what do you suggest we do?
Madi Feb 2019
the carousel never stops turning
all we are is a collection of cells and regret

this town feels far away from me now
i thought that if i could stand here in the middle of it
i would remember who i used to be

it breaks my heart can you hear it shattering
i can't find a way off this ride
it never stops turning, never slows down

it's like i was so afraid of growing up
i didn't realize i already had
Madi Feb 2019
i've been ignoring your calls
don't think i've forgotten
i just know what you want and i know what i can't give you
you want me to crack my knuckles and write
you want me to stretch out all the weights of these days
and scratch them out until the paper bleeds with emotion

i don't know how to tell you that i'm afraid of falling in love
but that i'm teetering on the edge of it
will you still be here to drown our these tears
tell me, if this all goes to hell will it still be you that sees my weaknesses?

I'm more broken than i thought
but he's so good and pure and i want to bottle it up and save it for a rainy day
I want his smile like i want the air to breathe
and i want to feel him falling in love with me like i want to feel the wind in my hair

i'm supposed to be living
why didn't you tell me this would happen?
i spent months crying out my disgraces
did you know all along he would come soon?

i wasn't prepared or ready but my hands are shaking like they're anticipating
love isn't as blind as it seems

i can see him closing the distance between who i was and
who i want to be

did you know all along someone would see past me?

— The End —