I'm panting and my pace comes to a stop
There is something that wasn't there before
I breathe in and then out and then I drop.
Chest pressed in on itself towards the core
The red ribbon, barely inches away
I stand but my feet are wet cooked noodles
I kissed the floor because I couldn't stay
On that position like broken doodles
The crowd erupts in a joyful laughter
Footsteps linger and echoes on the track
They zoom fast, in on one after another
And I lay as a nimble fish, at last.
-this is what it feels like to fall out of love
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idle talk | poetry
Poetrya collection of poems that are interconnected with each other and were written during the last days of quarantine. inspired by clinton kane's 'this is what it feels like' and taylor swift's 'folklore.'
