You can’t get rid of her.
She’s stuck to you
Like beach with waves
Like shoes with laces
Like books with pages.
She’s stuck in your mind.
When you look at me
do you trace me back to her?
Should I dye my hair?
Let my new blinding blond wash out her
deep brown and sun-kissed highlights
Or change my style, go for a different look,
So, you could finally look at me?
Am I the moon?
Mesmerising to you,
could watch for hours,
but only at night only until the dusk hits dawn
and she's got all your attention again – you’re drawn.
It’s impossible to look straight at the sun, they say
but you would try to every time,
just to watch her beauty -
even if it blinds you
Is this deaths duty?
Killing me with every word you speak
Spilling into my mouth until I throw them back up again
and you blame me for the mess they caused.
I can only watch from miles away
Sitting in the darkness surrounded,
I could never be as bright as her.
if you never met her, in some divine.
Would i still have you if you were mine?
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
You can’t get rid of her.
She’s stuck to you
Like beach with waves
Like shoes with laces
Like books with pages.
She’s stuck in your mind.
When you look at me
do you trace me back to her?
Should I dye my hair?
Let my new blinding blond wash out her
deep brown and sun-kissed highlights
Or change my style, go for a different look,
So, you could finally look at me?
Am I the moon?
Mesmerising to you,
could watch for hours,
but only at night only until the dusk hits dawn
and she's got all your attention again – you’re drawn.
It’s impossible to look straight at the sun, they say
but you would try to every time,
just to watch her beauty -
even if it blinds you
Is this deaths duty?
Killing me with every word you speak
Spilling into my mouth until I throw them back up again
and you blame me for the mess they caused.
I can only watch from miles away
Sitting in the darkness surrounded,
I could never be as bright as her.
if you never met her, in some divine.
Would i still have you if you were mine?
25.2.26
and if you are reading this, you know who you are, and think you want to make fun again if you look there, right there, you can see i wrote this in FEBUARY. so no this isnt about him its not about anyone its a poeeeemmmm, and im sory for whatever i have done wrong but you cant personally attack me now in something i find peace in doing. ive done my part in letting it go, you should to.
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