so what should I say now?
that I will back away?
you'll chain me with your words
until you get your say
and shoot your shot with her
because you have a chance,
and I'll stick to my side,
not budging for a glance.
i'm sorry that it ends
this way, but we're not fate;
you love each other now,
and I was just too late.
there's a jar on my nightstand;
it used to be my grandmother's
but i recycled her memory
into a pandora's box full of happiness.
the slips of paper are periwinkle
with dark purple penned messily,
I wake up under covers or chains,
Alone in a bed I didn't sleep in,
Clothes like a straight-jacket around my limbs,
My thoughts locked in the prison of my brain.
Outside it is snowing—a cotton cover,
my horoscope said i would lose someone dear to me,
you've never really believed in that astrology,
but i click on yours, and what i see staring back
Comments
technically you're not late until it's official. Up to you if you want to get into that kind of drama tho instead of letting go
Absolutely love the poem! The iambs send me back to English 9 lol
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