Drowning in a sea of memories and time,
Of all the ways things could have gone,
If we hadn't fallen through dirt and grime.
If my heart made me oblivious to my fixational blues,
The separation wouldn't be killing me,
In a pool of memories of you.
If done the first, if not taken back,
Maybe the pain wouldn't be as lasting,
Six months past the day your heart started to lack.
I was anxious and scared, unable to move or breathe,
But to have just ripped off the bandaid,
Would have merely scrapped a now scarred knee.
Hold my breath, watch as I plunder,
As I pray for six months from now,
To be without this sea holding me under.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoetryDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
