The realization is always the worst part.
the feeling of loss and betrayal by the very skin that carries the heavy weight of failure.
knowing that i was, in fact, the villain of my own sitcom.
seeing the shadowy figure in the mirror, never quite sure what it would look like today,
the remnants of the love that you gave me still ricocheting inside of my mind,
reminding me that I am the one that let myself go, taking flight into the winds of selfishness and numbness.
and as my feathers melt, and the truth is revealed,
i am left alone
to gaze at my own downfall.
DU LIEST GERADE
aspirations of the moon
Poesiethese are poems/short stories all on the topic of yearning and the burning passion for things that seem to slip right though your fingers.
