sorry for what happened
earlier, i swear i tried to take
the blame but...
he wouldn't listen to me. i didn't
mean to start this whole thing
between us.
he told me this isn't a playground,
you can't go hoping from heart to
heart, tearing them apart like monkey
bars.
he told me i can't going swinging
around in people's thoughts without
putting it to a stop, like a slipper
swing after it had just finished raining.
he said people
aren't playgrounds. i hope i didn't
come across like that. because you're
more than just a damn swing, slide, or
money bar. your the only person
keeping me apart.
YOU ARE READING
lowercase • poetry
Poetrya collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
