am i giving up my sense of being just me
or is it that i truly don't mind there being a 'we'?
who am i without her?
you almost never see one without another,
we're just a cumulonimbus cloud rolling in
while y'all niggas are more cirrocumulus in nature.
who's she without me?
her own self, of course,
but was she better or worse off without me?
was i better or worse off without her before?
either way, we're just moving along, as one,
looking at sunsets from our mind's eyes through their peripherals.
we'll all look in the same direction of these
and marvel at the pallette god used just for us to enjoy
but for now,
we're so caught up in each other
that only sun i see
is her.
anyways.
at some point in time, we'll get rained out by storms,
lightening's gonna divide us,
make us fizzle,
but we'll go back to being our own separate raindrop
whether we like that or not.
question is if we'll find each other in whatever ocean,
whatever lake it is that we end up in.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
