Day: Nov 19, 2021

I was too young when I met you, almost like in that song.

You called me a kid to my face, and all I knew was to play along.

The looks we sneakily exchanged blossomed into blue irises,

But they rotted before I fell and built you grand dream palaces.

At least that was what I thought, I was never good at predictions.

You held me like a burning match as you stated your convictions.

I laughed when I first heard them, I thought you were just joking.

The silence in that room served as the loudest of tokens.

When I returned home, I cried and swore to let you go,

But the seasons changed my mind as leaves hid under the snow.

We were left alone, and my grey dependency got saturated.

I saw us growing closer, we were electric and infatuated.

Maybe it was me growing older, but maybe I let you shred me.

You picked me up like a draft, tore me before you even read me.

We argued about bad movies and other childish inconveniences.

All this time you did not see me, even when I gave you my lenses.

Because I was too young when I met you, way too easy to drown,

And you called me an ice-cold killer when I was only a clown.

Just like in that song, you were looking at the picture upside down,

You were wrong all along, but I still feel heavy when I see you around.

-JW