maelynslavik

I wrote a poem about you.

One you probably won’t read.

Because I don’t have the courage

And it defeats its purpose anyway

It’s a ball of knotted string

Stuck under my ribcage.

Whenever I start to untangle it,

I break a sweat & forget

Why I even tried. 

I won’t even attempt to write a poem about music- poems aren’t me. I’ve never been good at writing them. But a block of text doesn’t look as pretty. It really just looks like a rant. And I guess, that’s what it is.

I look at him.

He looks at me.

We're both holding back laughter.

The elevator doors won't open,

And worse than that,

We're stuck in here

With a lot of other

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