how can i have peace of mind,
when i can’t help but feel like there are
missing pieces of my mind?
i gasp for air and realize I’m no longer whole, feeling the winds of regret
through and through.
my lungs feel as weak as the
late November leaves
that are left behind
during the changing of seasons.
i am reminded of the times i gave
the worst people
the best parts of me.
words they didn’t deserve to hear,
skin they didn’t deserve to touch.
i can’t turn back into my old self,
but in its absence,
i felt presence.
recognizing that
i was once just a flame,
but now i want nothing less
than to be a forest fire.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
how can i have peace of mind,
when i can’t help but feel like there are
missing pieces of my mind?
i gasp for air and realize I’m no longer whole, feeling the winds of regret
through and through.
my lungs feel as weak as the
late November leaves
that are left behind
during the changing of seasons.
i am reminded of the times i gave
the worst people
the best parts of me.
words they didn’t deserve to hear,
skin they didn’t deserve to touch.
i can’t turn back into my old self,
but in its absence,
i felt presence.
recognizing that
i was once just a flame,
but now i want nothing less
than to be a forest fire.
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