the drip,

drip,

drip

is the rhythm of my heart

a background forest

gentle sounds caressing my ears

in the wake of the damage done

damage?

why do I think of it that way

when I asked for this?

with him

i thought infinity would run

through my veins

that happiness would burst

in untamable smiles

but all that's left

void

Except he's smiling

Must mean it's good, but with the

Plush blanket, I cover my face

Turn away from his sleeping figure

Young minds often change.

#poetry #depression #romance