Once upon a time
You and I were like a mime:
We would not talk,
But just observe
And repeat.
Every day was the same
And it all felt like a game.
The only difference was that
the next level never came.
I was looking for a change
But you thought
I was the one to blame.
You were so addicted
To the old pictures
Of ourselves
That you could not see
Outside the frame.
I wrote it
Erased it
Repeated it
In every single way
But then I took a deep breath
My hands were shaking
My nose was bleeding
It almost felt like death
Still, I saved as draft.
YOU ARE READING
Water Under the Bridge
Poetry🌊 "Water Under the Bridge", a collection of 16 poems, all of them written during the past few years. This project is about letting go of the past and embracing the process of healing, which can be difficult most of the times. But "Water Under the B...
