Writing :)
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Why I Stay
The way the snow settles on a winter evening,
When you are still grieving; but-
You have a good day.
A warm cup of tea
Is why I stay.
.
Warm hugs
From people you haven't seen
In what feels like a millennia.
When your arms feel light
On a midsummer night
And you feel infinite
Is why I stay.
.
Friends who will go out
Without a doubt
No care in the world
Driving at midnight
With no destination
Is why I stay.
Clocks
The ticking of a clock
Subtle, nearly silent
Eerie, yet calming.
.
Enthralled by the clicks
Repetition of ticks
Make me feel whole
One thing is consistent.
.
Until it stops,
The second hand pauses
Minute hand ceasing
.
Time is fraying
Nothing can help it
The ticking stopped
And so will everything else.
Gash
I see the gash you’ve created
Down the center
Of my metaphorical heart
You are my private tormentor
.
I bleed out for you
But you have no resolve,
No desire to help me.
.
You want to admire what you’ve done
The monster you’ve created.
.
Now this gash has closed,
My scars have faded
.
But I’ll never forget
You made my prose decompose
.
I couldn’t speak out,
Only freak out
In the discomfort
Of my own
“Home.”
.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊