petal poetry

apple juice

21:41 19/09/2018

like medicine that comes so rare
the type my mum tells me to never dare with
i'm attracted though i shouldn't care
it's a risk i think i'm willing to take

and it's so stupid and unaligned
i can't fall in love knowing it's not the time
but confusion is just so attractive
for know-it-alls can't have any interaction

bare minimum produced by my hands
can't work all day because those aren't my plans
exhausted but not tired
for i'm in my head running miles on those wires

and maybe one day i'll figure it out
understand why i was always so messed up
and i will let you know at last
why i was always acting so harsh

the murmurs in the TV
i don't want to know though it should all matter to me
there's not enough books to read
for everything has been spoken, i feel like it's all on repeat

and the girl on the stage
the one who just looked so damn afraid
i'll see her again, maybe one day
but now i think i should run away

the beach, where it's so cool
the sea will serve as a fridge to my apple juice
and i will fall flat on my face
because nobody understands the looks on my face

so if i'm forever contorted
maybe my life will be more distorted
and without anything to mark my appearance
maybe i could achieve something different?

21:48 19/09/2018