introspectivity. a poetry collection

𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝

for a love not once requited,

a rose not once adored

~ 🥀  ~

every song is beginning

to sound the same

the rhythm of my heart

attunes to faint melodies

for a perplexing notion

I have yet to signify,

I've convinced myself 

I'm at an emotional high

but I'm standing on the precipice

of where all my hopes die

because I cannot think 

of the words to write

my heart has grown weary,

my soul now disdained,

for innocent indulgences 

seem merely vain

overdosing on elderberries,

stepping into the limelight,

threads of tempestuous fate

flourish in hindsight

but I will never forget

your cerulean eyes, 

glimmering in the sunshine,

like icicle lights

tormenting my dreams,

I drown in my memories

of your name on my lips,

spilling drops of golden honey

when shadows decay 

and the twilight falls,

my feet bleed on frozen thorns

of a rose not once adored