habitsA Poem by Athena Angel
creature of habit
lover of patterns love the idea more than the reality fall colors look better in my head than they do on snowy streets crumpled up leaves sprawled by dirty feet forgotten about as they fall so easily i fall too easily maybe i want to give the world to you take the sadness out of you take it by the horns scoop it out with my hands bury it in sand i just want you to understand i loved the idea of you when did you stop wanting my hand left to my own devices i tend to turn to my vices start to think the worst like the idea of being hurt it’s been a cycle i’ve learned pain is something i recognize i’ve seen the longing in their eyes i’ve seen it leave when i refused to compromise i’ve been doing that my whole life i wish you’d continued to waste your own time trying to take up all of mine it’s always just a glimpse a flip of a switch it feels so sudden but maybe it was eroding for longer than i could see my wings are made from simple things scraps and pieces i thought i’d need old letters i’d never let them read why does letting go feel so free you held my hand and felt my lips and now we don’t even speak i wish you were still a little needy love is mean it can give you everything and leave you grasping at something, anything, fleeing the scene why were you running? what did you see in me? i see the beauty in how your eyes compete with a summer sky and how they win every single time now i’m scrambling trying to find out why it’s just me when i used to think you could be mine i wonder when that will subside everything in time © 2022 Athena Angel |
StatsAuthorAthena AngelFlagstaff, AZAboutMy name's Athena, I am a college student who loves to write songs, poetry, stories and anything else you can think of! more..Writing
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