a sad fling

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the special thing about us
is that we were never meant to last

that there was no us

when the summer was over
and I'm here again searching for our
cigarette buds lost among the dust
the only trace that
we ever existed under
the pomegranate tree or
our decaying palace of broken things

gone.

you were most alive
when we both felt dead

my last memory of you somewhere
rotting away in my head

"are you okay"

you asked

but I was stumbling
tripping over my lies and our mistakes
and my eyes were
racing ahead of you

I was drowning

we've been here before

you just never saw
how my lashes would flutter closed
then shut and squeeze
no tears would fall
choking on smoke
you kissed into my mouth


I was scared


and I replied

"shut up."

this was all we were

you concerned
and I annoyed

you cared entirely too much

to fill this empty void.







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