growing pains
the hardest moments
in life, is realizing
yellow really was nothing more
than a color
"don't forget me" -she says
as long as you
prosper,
you are welcomed to
forget me.
-i say
a break in the daydream
i slipped away on a train
and when you did not
come for me
i began to notice
everyone else who boarded
transporting to their jobs,
school, moving slowly.
turns out
there was no magic in the end
there was no you.
monopoly
those adventures you travel
all the mountains of golden light
you discover,
how have you not noticed
that your feet tread
on a path
melted down
and built by men
is there anything truly left
for you to find?
midnight symphony
how come
the best poetry
only dances through my
head, at the darkest time of
night, and i have to fight to
stay awake and write down
all the reasons i had been
searching
to express my love
for you
YOU ARE READING
the wanderer
Poetrythe past, present, and future meet on a train. a girl is unstuck from time. the beast tells the story from her perspective. what life is like after you leave what is your garden and grave. where i have been walking towards my entire life, you.
