Summer Goodbyes
It’s disappearing. A little colder now, I suppose. Every trace of wind that whistles past my skin brings a hint of summer that’s fading. And it makes me so afraid because it reminds me that -
You’re fading too.
I can’t seem to remember why, how, or even where - the slivers of time seem to slip past my fingers and swirl around me as if in mockery -
If my memory used to be the only guarantee that you ever existed, then now, the only thing left is the throbbing sensation in my chest whenever the thought of you being just a figment of my imagination flickers past my mind.
I don’t know who you are
what your name is
where you’re from -
But I think I know that
I loved you.
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the colours swirl
but the world is going into monochrome
they tell me that I’m the one dreaming
but I seem to be the only one awake.
summer slips silently away
colours that have brightened my days do too
will
you?
you still owe me a goodbye, after all.
#poetry
[silence]
Do you hear me in the silence of the night
the silence so gentle
yet so oppressive.
It pushes onto you
like a ten-ton weight
it swallows you
until you can barely breathe.
When it is the corner
I find most comfort in
not the moonlight
nor the unending breaths.
Do you hear me in the silence of the night
when my throat wants to scream
my tears want to overflow
but
when i am too afraid
To break the silence.
fallen writer
dear teacher
i would like - appreciate - love
if you actually cared.
i would put in the effort
you don't see
in my unsatisfactory work.
yes I find it unsatisfactory too;
Yes, even I.
It sickens me - disgusts me
That such work was created by me
A beautiful mold
Ruined by me.
Teacher I am tearing up my pieces
Crushing my artworks
Burning my treasures
Because there's no one to read them.
And eventually,
They'll run out.
I'll lose interest
Stray away
Take up something that isn't this
And the world would have lost a talent.
dear world - teacher - whoever
there's someone waiting for you to see the light that others don't see.
don't know why
think i'm drunk
but maybe not
intoxication makes you forget things.
though i still remember
that you aren't here
and you never will be
don't know why
think i'm drunk
but either way
i miss you.
yeah, a drunken man says that he misses you.
funny, isn't it?
and the three words i never managed to say
i love you.
intoxication does many things to you.
cowardice to courage.
if only i were drunk on the day you left