time is supposed to heal,
i guess enough hasn't passed yet.
i still remember the warmth of your hand
but now they've gone cold
i remember the color of the sky
reflecting off of your young eyes
but now they've gone old
weather changes mood
and where there was once color in the sky
has now turned to grey because
you reflect the sky
but the sky reflects you back
your neon shirts splashing orange and yellow
are nowhere to be seen
and the sun has the dullness
of three million bulbs in series.
bulbs...
series...
remember electronics?
we learned about creating connections together.
we learned how to make sparks
and how to create songs
each note was essential
for creating the best melody.
we learned what it meant to be a closed circuit,
a close family.
but now the bulbs have shattered.
the cracked glass pierces my skin, and the blood,
the blood is dripping,
ringlets staining my shirt
the way your soul stained mine.
and i find it funny
how you can change so easily
how i feel,
how i act,
because you are my weather
leading me through the days.
and i used to feel so selfish
because whenever it would rain,
i kind of liked it
because i was no longer crying alone.
but now it's constant.
again it's raining,
the sky is fading,
the clouds are huddling,
my mind is muddling,
there's blurs of puddles.
holding memories i want to let go.
let go,
let me go,
let this end,
let me
f o r g e t .
the eyes are the windows to the soul,
and when i look in to your windows i see
n o t h i n g.
because your eyes are not you
and your clothes are not you
and your smile is not you
and you, just you, are not who you are
and i miss you.
time is supposed to heal
but i guess it wasn't enough for you.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
time is supposed to heal,
i guess enough hasn't passed yet.
i still remember the warmth of your hand
but now they've gone cold
i remember the color of the sky
reflecting off of your young eyes
but now they've gone old
weather changes mood
and where there was once color in the sky
has now turned to grey because
you reflect the sky
but the sky reflects you back
your neon shirts splashing orange and yellow
are nowhere to be seen
and the sun has the dullness
of three million bulbs in series.
bulbs...
series...
remember electronics?
we learned about creating connections together.
we learned how to make sparks
and how to create songs
each note was essential
for creating the best melody.
we learned what it meant to be a closed circuit,
a close family.
but now the bulbs have shattered.
the cracked glass pierces my skin, and the blood,
the blood is dripping,
ringlets staining my shirt
the way your soul stained mine.
and i find it funny
how you can change so easily
how i feel,
how i act,
because you are my weather
leading me through the days.
and i used to feel so selfish
because whenever it would rain,
i kind of liked it
because i was no longer crying alone.
but now it's constant.
again it's raining,
the sky is fading,
the clouds are huddling,
my mind is muddling,
there's blurs of puddles.
holding memories i want to let go.
let go,
let me go,
let this end,
let me
f o r g e t .
the eyes are the windows to the soul,
and when i look in to your windows i see
n o t h i n g.
because your eyes are not you
and your clothes are not you
and your smile is not you
and you, just you, are not who you are
and i miss you.
time is supposed to heal
but i guess it wasn't enough for you.
to someone who once was a friend. 2016.
