The words
Like a melody of chords
Played on a broken piano
That trickled out of her mouth
Like they were the only truth she knew
Still
They decide to visit me
In the hollows of my nights
While i shudder on bathroom floors
Or under shower streams
Mind circling
Around every person
Who's ever hurt me
And i remember
Everytime
These words
Send me running
To a girl
Who spends way too much
Of her time
Reassuring me
That i've never been
Anything less than okay to her
But still
Im mumbling
Apology
After
Apology
And
Begging her to run
Because god damn
How could those words
Come so easily from her
If they aren't true
How could she call me that
As if it's my own name
Assigned to me on a useless sheet of paper
If it isn't what i am
And i know that
The two of them are not
One
And
The same
But
If she considers me so
Than who's to say you won't as well
YOU ARE READING
i guess this is writing???
Poetryshitty writing V2 (the less sad -hopefully- continuation of sorta poetry)
