Skip The Sorries

HI BEAUTIES, I’M FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE EMERALD PROFILE. HAVE A NICE DAY!

OVERTHELOWER

He’s here…again.

Banging on the door, begging to try it once more.

I see my hand, reaching out, as if it isn’t my hand at all. In times like these, when my consciousness is on overdrive, I would talk to myself in second person, because there is no way in hell I would go to that person willingly.

No— that can’t be me. I’m grown up, smart, rational.

But she, oh, she’s a disaster.

She’s still at that age she was, when she met this door banger, this heartbreaker, smiling her teenage dream, living her lovestruck fantasies.

She was, still is, so full of hope, so devoid of heartbreak. Her night sky is not yet tainted, her roses not yet so frail. She still smokes just for the thrill she gets out of it.

And I envy her. I envy her so much. Those carefree eyes, that careless soul…how…

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  1. mmerce60

    A drawing in which the color gives life to the poem

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