I let the whispers grow
I let them fester in my head
I felt like a moment after glass cooled
Watching as the fragile bulb started its descent to the floor
The glass splaying beauty on the grime below
The sharp pieces slicing everything
just letting the unforgiving stab of lies fly
from loyalty.
Why did I feel like this?
Watching as the glass slowly hummed
an indulgent stare as time rewinded
moments of bright light dissipating with the connection
Becoming clear and naive again to what held their future,
This time?
Cooled glass met a smooth stopping force
An absolution of the shattered pieces it had almost fully become
the careful caress and beholden laments.
A lament similar to what had never been whispered
but it was something whispered sprightly
the richness in their eyes purring at the warm reflected light
disparate to what light had absorbed before.
I'd watched myself with the potential of beauty break
over and over
just to see you let me fall each time,
remembering the last time unlike I did
Up to now that was all I figured,
but the purring observance of this new watch for me
holding in high esteem and regard.
It sang me humor and joy, moments of fear and redemption.
A melody that came from different aid,
hearing discord to the before
emulating and heatedly ventured for distress
But the silence burdened only them,
because I had learned my own refrain of life
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
I let the whispers grow
I let them fester in my head
I felt like a moment after glass cooled
Watching as the fragile bulb started its descent to the floor
The glass splaying beauty on the grime below
The sharp pieces slicing everything
just letting the unforgiving stab of lies fly
from loyalty.
Why did I feel like this?
Watching as the glass slowly hummed
an indulgent stare as time rewinded
moments of bright light dissipating with the connection
Becoming clear and naive again to what held their future,
This time?
Cooled glass met a smooth stopping force
An absolution of the shattered pieces it had almost fully become
the careful caress and beholden laments.
A lament similar to what had never been whispered
but it was something whispered sprightly
the richness in their eyes purring at the warm reflected light
disparate to what light had absorbed before.
I'd watched myself with the potential of beauty break
over and over
just to see you let me fall each time,
remembering the last time unlike I did
Up to now that was all I figured,
but the purring observance of this new watch for me
holding in high esteem and regard.
It sang me humor and joy, moments of fear and redemption.
A melody that came from different aid,
hearing discord to the before
emulating and heatedly ventured for distress
But the silence burdened only them,
because I had learned my own refrain of life
I could only think of Discord from My Little Pony despite the sorrow of the poem ;-;
