the click of locked doors and the silence of lost words
never compared to the emptiness of your stare when your heart shut down
no amount of echoed cries or heavenly highs
saved me
from the unprecedented doubt harboured in your sea
from your past haunts and the gravity of my mistakes
from my trips up your impossible mountain and all of your earthquakes
i've done everything to complement your colour wheel
why should i scream into empty hallows,
scratch at the scars of your false accusations,
pray for just one sunny day,
for the end result to be the same?
it's impossible to rationalize an impossible maze
it's impossible to save self sinking ships
it's impossible to escape a black smoke haze
of relapses, of indirect punches, of broken friendships
the only end in sight is one of us falling
and while you scream you'll go down with your guilt ridden ship
you can find me knocking on locked doors
and filling silences with metaphors
YOU ARE READING
here
Poetryseasons change like how emotions evolve here's the start of the end of a story about a heart's default its full of loneliness and unknowing written by a girl who's feelings are still foregoing cover art design by @omgitsliza on insta
