So he texted and you danced,
To his tunes once again.
You rocked your million dollar wig ,
Put on that perfume that smells like jasmine,
And you became his new scent of the week.
You said to yourself,
He was just an itch you needed to scratch,
I bet one last time.
So you danced with passion.
He set your whole body on fire
And you let it burn,
Along with your brain.
Funny how his bipolar sorta love,
Makes you the happiest ,
And also the most unhappy human alive .
But he was always a mistake ,
Your mistake and you knew it.
There you were ,
Repeating your mistakes , to see if you
Could learn from them.
Expecting too much from him
Again .
YOU ARE READING
I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
