I used to picture you with vibrant colors,
With melodies you once sang,
with flowers that smell as precious as you.
They were rocks thrown at me.
They were small yet brittle.
I stood still,
you could barely notice those rocks,
Those rocks accumulated in me an
Soon enough it impaled me,
I pictured you mourning,
Selfish of me yet i pictured,
I wanted you to breakdown just like i did,
Piece by piece, drop by drop
I wanted your flesh just like how i gave mine,
“A feat of friendship!” i remember backbiting you.
Yet a piece of me wanted sympathy,
A piece of me wanted to be heard
as this impale by life hurts little
because your ignorance takes it all.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 9:57 AM UTC
I used to picture you with vibrant colors,
With melodies you once sang,
with flowers that smell as precious as you.
They were rocks thrown at me.
They were small yet brittle.
I stood still,
you could barely notice those rocks,
Those rocks accumulated in me an
Soon enough it impaled me,
I pictured you mourning,
Selfish of me yet i pictured,
I wanted you to breakdown just like i did,
Piece by piece, drop by drop
I wanted your flesh just like how i gave mine,
“A feat of friendship!” i remember backbiting you.
Yet a piece of me wanted sympathy,
A piece of me wanted to be heard
as this impale by life hurts little
because your ignorance takes it all.