I don't know this feeling but i'm afraid of everything, of falling in love, of hurting people close to me, i'm afraid i might be turning into a mess from inside day by day hiding it with a mask of i'm okay. I'm afraid i might end up alone, surrounded by darkness, i'm screaming to be saved but no one can hear me as it's all from inside maybe, i'm too far gone, i'm trapped inside and can just watch myself falling down slowly until the day i drop dead.
The line I chose (credit to Roger Waters): "And if the dam breaks open many years too soon"
Anyways, what this ended up being was a result of me sucking more life out of a particular poem thingy I wrote a long time ago called "Lost the Words." It has thus turned into a much higher quality Part Two of this poem, and I would appreciate it if you clicked on this tag > #blue_block to go read the little thing before continuing to read below (tho u don't have to cuz this is capable of standing on its own kind of, but part one I tagged you to above sort of explains a bit about why they're in this situation in the first place). However, there may or may not be a part three coming up after this eventually, so do what you will with that info ♀️ #bluepup P.S. I mentioned feet a lot ish lol
After all the burdens of melancholy life puts over my shoulder I sit among the stars that shine bright among all the darkness . The little fragments of happiness of the wind caressing my hair that falls of every time I look up counting the stars. For the hundredth time and I tell myself not to give up
The wind whispers a hello into my ears and we have a conversation in the most hesitant way. It sways among the dead leaves and flowers every time it talks about love.
The city goes quiet and the moon shines even brighter envying to the love the wind whispered about
There's a fine line between life and death gaping like a black hole love lies within.
Seldom in a person, Generally among the little things.
Rarely of you and me sitting below the vast skies sharing insecurities and believes Mostly when you sit over the rooftop with a heart that has been numb and you finding your solace amongst the curved moons and wild hearts.
Not among the beautiful faces with red lipstick and slick hair tucked behind , a one piece and high heeled love. Happens for the pretty brown eyes with baggy jeans and flats, with someone that's like you.
It's not about the love they talked about in the movies, It about the love you and me still write about. - Radhika