this time it might have been a deeper cut.
i was left with scars down my arms, that i thought i could cover up.
i left my zone.
i left the love.
and of course the poem was about you
and suddenly im back where i was before
and you hit me harder than it was before.
you didn't have to go and do that, but i didnt do anything
im back only for a minute
love to talk even if its just
to get there
its rough like
the edges between us
these words dont flow
but they spill out sideways
and dont miss a thing
watching too many things
pls dont waste my time
i guess its time to step back but dont look down just yet
the frosted glass becomes clear
and this is all you'll ever hear from me again
its time to go
i see you scrolling past me
and i see you talking about me
like you know who i am
like you know where ive been
like you see what i see
but you cant even take the picture, imagine the issue or realize the situation
what a waste of that perfect vision
the average becomes the normal and the normal becomes the fantasied. the everyday took to long to grab my attention and I was left on the side of the road. The side that was in the sun, it burned my skin to a crisp and I was only left with the ashes. The ashes that represented the normal, the everyday, the fantasy that I can never get back.
if you dare bring it back, thats unheard of. if you leave it as is your a traitor. something to be ashamed of, you better fix it.
"imma head over in like 10? Are u home yet?"
"lol thats how he sounded w me too"
"Okay when will you know officially?"
"And at first it was more like “first read reactions” but I wanna read it again and actually come more constructively"
"That is not mine"
"Okay nvm I’m at ya house and wanted to see if u wanted to walk!!"
"Hey guys just wanted to let you know that I’m at urgent care at the moment trying to see what’s up with my body I just wanted to give you guys a heads up that I might not be able to make it tomorrow"
"Can we post those photos yet?"
"i love it so much so far, like i feel like this fits me so much which i’m actually happy about"
"Perfect! Talk to you then"
the more you know
the less you feel
and the more you feel
the further you go back
into the light
but its so bright
and I burned this house down