you stained me
like napkins you
wipe around your lips,
crumpled and thrown away.
a lump in my throat
some nights you set me on fire
some nights you freeze me
with your words
i couldn’t walk away
i couldn’t set things straight
for each time i take one step forward
i take two steps back.
i made a thousand paper cranes inside
my head hoping that wishes
could somehow
be granted because legends tell us so
i guess legends
are legends for a reason.
i am not a phase of your life
nor a moment that would just
pass like days and nights i feel empty
after you shoved the life out of me.
i am not a jolt,
a spark, that surprise you
for a moment that’s soon forgotten
i am more than a moment—
i am an experience, i breathe life,
i am capable of reading between the lines.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
you stained me
like napkins you
wipe around your lips,
crumpled and thrown away.
a lump in my throat
some nights you set me on fire
some nights you freeze me
with your words
i couldn’t walk away
i couldn’t set things straight
for each time i take one step forward
i take two steps back.
i made a thousand paper cranes inside
my head hoping that wishes
could somehow
be granted because legends tell us so
i guess legends
are legends for a reason.
i am not a phase of your life
nor a moment that would just
pass like days and nights i feel empty
after you shoved the life out of me.
i am not a jolt,
a spark, that surprise you
for a moment that’s soon forgotten
i am more than a moment—
i am an experience, i breathe life,
i am capable of reading between the lines.
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