"a bright and bubbly personality"
is how i am described
but can’t you see thats all i am?
bubbles, they pop.
a bright flash- once it’s gone, there is darkness

You made me feel like I was something more
I went to bed with the taste of our conversations in my mouth

we talked about Tolkien and god,
The stars, and our purpose
you didn’t find my questions odd...
they usually scare people, disturbed inside, but laughing at the surface

we talked about that girl you like,
the guy i don’t,
I’m teasing you,
but I’m pretending that
the knife in my gut is hilarious

You leave-
your momentary absence seems eternal
emotional chaos, you
walk by-
don’t speak, but my eyes swivel in their sockets, skim your face in search of-
...in search of what? I’m never sure-
and my heart does a somersault.

the bubbles, the brightness, surge up,
like cheerful, coloured *****...

Cant you see I’m empty?
I’m nothing but these bubbles
these small emotions that run in and away,
are bright, but pop,
and leave the dark behind:
a-void.
theres nothing beyond them.