maybe this is
all just a film.
an indie film
starring troubled teenage girls
finding out who they truly are;
a horror film
starring an ex-convict
being haunted by
his petrifying past;
a romance film
with cringy punchlines,
sly glances in the hallways,
passing notes during sessions,
a wink or a two.
this,
what we had,
was no more than
a documentary.
the brusque strokes of color
writing the art of detaching one's heart
in a single streak,
overwritten by harsh
and rash decisions,
regret bursting
through the air,
the feeling of being torn apart
by the swaying wind,
whispering,
the curtains
finally closed.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
maybe this is
all just a film.
an indie film
starring troubled teenage girls
finding out who they truly are;
a horror film
starring an ex-convict
being haunted by
his petrifying past;
a romance film
with cringy punchlines,
sly glances in the hallways,
passing notes during sessions,
a wink or a two.
this,
what we had,
was no more than
a documentary.
the brusque strokes of color
writing the art of detaching one's heart
in a single streak,
overwritten by harsh
and rash decisions,
regret bursting
through the air,
the feeling of being torn apart
by the swaying wind,
whispering,
the curtains
finally closed.
a bittersweet moment.
