hidden reasons for our next steps
so far,
following footprints,
tracing something greater
inside this labyrinth,
there's no end to it.
shouldn't have gone left so many times,
I'm at the end of your street now,
to betray equals disgrace and decay.
parting ways much too often lately,
this labyrinth has it in it:
reliability doesn't come easily...
sun sets,
it's getting comfortable walking alone.
diving into poetry,
staying up on nights,
ditching sleep for melancholy.
turning tragedy into art,
endless pages in my diary -
keep my books across my room
I could build my own library.
you've vanished from my pages,
for a mile or two now,
my hand-writing doesn't know how
to spell out your name anymore.
watching ink as it dissolves
blurring out the lines,
salty liquid, a single tear I cried.
walking in this labyrinth,
only with the closets friends by today.
we're tripping over sticks and stones,
our knees scarred and bleeding.
out of breath, we're on a hunt,
on a trip, to the deepest depths of our thoughts.
I think in a way we're just the same:
with a mind so entangled
that it's almost like
- a labyrinth!
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okay, so this is probably some of the most personal stuff I've ever written... but bringing these thoughts to paper/reality felt kind of so important. there's a lot in this poem that lies between the lines and everything, but I'll leave these things up to your interpretation. ;) I really hope you liked this one & thank you so so much for reading! <333
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸