i've spent the last four years with you, still, all over me.
i've been leaving bruises on my body
to cover up the teeth marks that have been left behind,
but the exposure that remains is still overtaking.
the sadness and the insecurity are suffocating me, but when i open the window,
the stinging cold only reminds me more of how your treated me.
i gave you the world only for you to turn it on me.
when my thoughts malfunctioned, and you somehow slipped my mind,
i felt as if i'd walked into a warm room after being out in the cold all night.
i swore that i would hold onto it all until i couldn't grasp it any longer.
i thought that i'd never be able to move on.
but then, one morning, the first thing on my mind wasn't you.
even if you can't control me like you used to, i'm still unable to shake you loose.
not on the days when silence reigns,
or when the dreams that i still have of you clutch at my throat,
or when i can feel the hurricane trapped inside a chrysalis.
it's started earlier than i'm used to.
i can't be alone, and i can't talk about it.
time doesn't heal all wounds.
VOUS LISEZ
the rain doesn't make me miserable.
Poésiea collection of an introvert's extroverted thoughts. -- i wrote these in 2018, and took them down because i was influenced heavily (perhaps used a phrase or a couple words?) by poetry books, and also from poems on tumblr on pinterest, but i don't re...
