the winter was bitter
cozy and cold
and i found comfort in misery
perhaps it would go away when the sun came out and the flowers bloomed and seeds sprouted with new life and new promise
but
the rain came and gloomy days remained
and i still smiled with a grimace
and i still stayed up and stared at my ceiling and wondered
when i would be happy
because it's a heavy blanket over my legs
a spider web of stories and a shattered window that couldn't be glued back together
it's the half moons under my eyes
the lack of mirrors
and the chewed cuticles
it's fine
sadness
creeping into the cracks when you're not whole and finding the best parts of you
and nesting and spreading and staying
sad
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
the winter was bitter
cozy and cold
and i found comfort in misery
perhaps it would go away when the sun came out and the flowers bloomed and seeds sprouted with new life and new promise
but
the rain came and gloomy days remained
and i still smiled with a grimace
and i still stayed up and stared at my ceiling and wondered
when i would be happy
because it's a heavy blanket over my legs
a spider web of stories and a shattered window that couldn't be glued back together
it's the half moons under my eyes
the lack of mirrors
and the chewed cuticles
it's fine
sadness
creeping into the cracks when you're not whole and finding the best parts of you
and nesting and spreading and staying
sad
