the room is red, through
eyes stained by
blue glass ,
vague memories plague
me
(a girl in a dress,
the orange sun, and the red
and white
of his walls)
i can’t believe i know you,
with water leaking
from your eyes .
.
and
one day,
i think —
while gassed,
ill carve our initials into
the first
tree i find ,
and cry into my palms
just
to help it grow .
.
and
maybe that will make me love you
back.
im trying to get back into the groove of writing because things have been weird lately. This was supposed to be based off of my feelings about how nervous I am in my relationship but it turned into a poem about the video game bioshock,,,,: lol.. which I love no doubt but still.... I wish I could feel normal, I think my meds have stopped working.
