Song: Jon Bellion - Weight of the world (ft. Blaque)
(this song gives me an erection, i'm not even kidding lol)
my fingers only know the weight
of tracing your shadow into compartments
that read like cliff hangers-
fishing for the 'what if's we've grown out of-
today,
the wind plays a headache louder than my heart,
the sun is kissing the clouds
back into its throat to hear its voice,
and i'm done trying to not miss you.
worrisome lonesome,
you used to hold the weight of words that could break us
if we went a day without talking to one another,
did we know?
that life is short,
did we understand?
probably not.
i've been learning about what not to do
and why i shouldn't take things for granted.
but it's easy to get lost in the everyday.
speak softly,
whisper the things we wish
that'll bring back into us,
feel us back into our feelings,
breaking doesn't have to hurt,
it just needs to feel like missing you won't ever be enough.
YOU ARE READING
memento mori // poetry
Poetry" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull
