random words

mismatched sentences

poems that don't make sense

a prose that goes untouched

graspings at straws, trying to tie ribbons

hoping to make a masterpiece

something that sets your soul on fire, others to

you just want to feel something, explain how and why you feel something but only to the people who understand

only to the people who have been split into so many pieces

that all they have left are random words

mismatched sentences

poems that make no sense and a prose that continues to go untouched

a recollection of him and our ending

i almost don't want to ask what's wrong.

is it me or you? or you or me?

if i ask

i might get an answer i don't want to hear

i don't think i really need to ask to know its over.

i ask anyway

apparently, you don't know what's wrong

just that something is but don't worry

i worry and i push

i still don't know if you were planning to end it

maybe i pushed to hard and you realised

you don't want this

you don't want me

i already knew it was over

but why did it still surprise me, still hurt me

when you finally said it was?

{an incomplete collection of words i wrote for him}

you were never how i expected.

when i first met you, over two accounts made for broken people with hidden feelings

i did not expect someone like you to be

feeling the same as someone like me

but what did i ever know?

all i was, maybe still am, is the walking stereotype of the fractured people screaming that there is no one who feels like me, no one who hurts like me

while knowing all to well that wasn't true

because all of our friends

were apart of our broken peoples club

but hey, at least i met you in that club of darkness,

it was fascinating how one person could be so bright and vibrant

yet feeling just like me

wondering how you ended up like

me

#thebrokenpeoplesclub

#writing

we are dancing

shaodws chase us, our dreams in tow

but in that one moment it all feels free

tripping over, grass in our hair

laughter coating our faces

we don't have a care in the world

the cold, the dark days can't find us here

we are hiding in plain sight screaming at them to come at us

we feel powerful

we feel untouchable

then the sun goes down and we stare at each other in the dark

the same grass now seems to be out to get us,

the laughter coating our faces is dripping off

we feel alone again

so we rush inside to the safety of reality