The lights
outside
burning into my skin.
The lights,
they're connected by strings,
each one
hanging onto the other
for support.
The lights,
they rely on each other.
If one were to fall,
the rest would follow.
Oh, why,
Couldn't my friendships be
this way?
We're supposed
to rely on one another.
To be there
for each other.
But when I need them,
they aren't there.
Not connected.
Like the lights are.
Miami. I need a flight to Miami. I couldn't stand the cold anymore. It was the beginning of January, the home of freezing temperatures and perpetually gray skies.
I had woken up in the middle of the night, craving cinnamon rolls. So, there I was, at 3 in the morning, dragging myself to the grocery store, still dressed in my fuzzy dinosaur pajamas.
You hope for my demise,
but I refuse to fall.
You push me,
but I refuse to stay down.
You want to see me broken,
but I refuse to give you the satisfaction.
Comments
That’s so deep. I feel like there’s even more symbolism to it.
thank you so much! i love your work by the way.
Thank you so much!
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