I don't know how you came back in,
Whether you slithered through slits in my skin folds
Or slipped back on the slope into the same hole
That once upon a time we used to call love,
But is now a void of null emotions,
An "impenetrable bubble" that only one person could ever pop;
But yet you managed to do so twice.
Shame on my optimistic past.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
I don't know how you came back in,
Whether you slithered through slits in my skin folds
Or slipped back on the slope into the same hole
That once upon a time we used to call love,
But is now a void of null emotions,
An "impenetrable bubble" that only one person could ever pop;
But yet you managed to do so twice.
Shame on my optimistic past.
