302.
Wilted Flowers.
Will you still love me even if I'm not as beautiful as I used to be?
When my color is starting to fade.
When I start to hunch over.
When I'm not as bright.
When I'm not the someone I was before.
Will you still love me?
~E, dying flowers.
303.
Mom.
I hate how I look so much like you.
I hated how when I would show people pictures of you they would look at me and say. "You look so much like your mom."
Maybe it was the way that they didn't know you like I did.
An outsider looking in.
Maybe it was the way that they didn't watch me grow up in the hands of you.
Putty at your fingertips.
Being manipulated to be who you truly wanted me to be.
Maybe just maybe it was because I had known you, your actions and reactions, your flaws and scars, your faults and the ugly and they had no idea who you were besides that we looked.
Just alike.
~E, pictures being shown to strangers.
304.
Haunted.
I'll be forever haunted by your presence.
You stand in the background from afar or up close.
You're always there.
Standing idly as I talk to other people.
Not moving or making any attempts to interact with me.
Your presence scares me.
A chill runs up my spine as I feel your eyes on the back of my head.
Waiting.
Waiting for me to walk away.
To make as much distance between us until I can breathe again.
Waiting for the other person to walk away.
So then it's just you and me.
Like it's always been.
Just you and me.
~E, haunted by your presence.
305.
You know I wished on a star the other night.
Hoping and praying for you to be mine.
I guess my prayers weren't enough.
~E, praying.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poesíafor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
