My poetic twin helped me write this poem. This is about how I felt after my best Friend said he only saw me as a best friend.
Sleep?
Sleep?
Except me to breathe
Oxygen is thick with the death coursing through my lungs. Corroding my common sense to inhale.
Rather hold onto the past
Not ready to exhale
I expected the best
Got the worst and I was surprised
I feel myself stepping in the cage of the misery
It’s not your fault
I can’t dream because you were mines
When I attempt to close my eyes
my tears try to resurface
They try to find a connection, something to bridge the gap, bring me closer to you. but instead the tears make a river that I end up falling face first into.
i can't breathe
i don't want to drown in the thought of ur answer which is pulling me down but my need to live or the diluted aspect of life. i grasp at the river bank
clutching, trying to breathe, desperate for air. You sucked it out my lungs, there is no ground beneath me anywhere. Using my arms to pull me up but my arms just want to clutch to my heart. Using my legs to lift me on ground. But you would rather pull my heart and body apart
I know u didn't mean to tear me. u didn’t know i was fragile. your words peeled away at my Paper Mache heart.
you didn’t mean to be mean
you didn’t mean to be a mistake
you meant to be sweet but you have me a cavity
and the pain is keeping me from speaking
My jaw is swollen from how you left my soul leaking. I thought I poured some into your hands for safe keeping, but you let it slip away through the cracks of fingers
Why cant you see what I see
Hear what I hear
Feel the happiness that can bloom in-between the chaos of life
You are my everything
You were the life that kept me sane. Now thoughts of you only make me deranged. I fell in love with the thought of you. But then I woke up to reality and realized we were never true. We would never be one, always two.