breakups, deaths, ghostings, disappearances, us.
things end and then we dress our loneliness with fancy words and the prettiest colors.
endings are not poetic.
Daria Sannikova
but they were just red.
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Updated 6 years ago,September 30, 2019
- that song.
that song which iswasour song.
i dont care if ariana sang it to perfection or the noreasters did.
wordsworth, dickinson, shakespeare, you, me.
take our hearts out and examine themstill not poetic.
sure, soft acoustic music and the bitter taste of coffee are scenic.
that girl in the corner writing might be scarred.
that lady sitting alone in the back with a sadness in her eyes may be in pain.
irregular sleep patterns and screeches of my inner demons mixed together does not make poetry.
emptiness and guilt combined is not anthology.
but depression isnt pain.
breakups, deaths, ghostings, disappearances, us.
things end and then we dress our loneliness with fancy words and the prettiest colors.
endings are not poetic.
but they were just red.
- that article i wrote.
the one about im sorry i hurt you when i was hurting.
my pain was poetic but our ending wasnt.
my scars are poetic but the depression i went through wasnt.
the words i put in public are poetic but the intention behind them arent.
you reading it would be poetic but no one knows if you actually did.
that maroon shirt you were wearing with your signature flip-flops is poetic.
the pain that occasionally seeped through your eyes was poetic.
that sticker artwork you made is poetic.
that breakup text you sent is more than poetic.
