Day: Nov 17, 2022

I was just sixteen when that fever dream started,

And I had to leave thinking that I got outsmarted.

Each time I tried to give the dream another shot,

I left wishing I could tie my whole heart in a knot.

A decade flew by, but time froze in some places.

I chased someone who could slow down my pace.

Every single soul I found made me question myself

Until I stopped renting out my mental health.

On the surface nobody even noticed the change,

Only a few saw the grey teardrops on the last page.

Perhaps it is not bad to stop seeking complexity,

All it ever did for me was kill what was meant to be.

And maybe this next story will be a better tale,

Maybe my own heart will not get broken over mail.

At least it does not feel like a fever dream today,

One small step for my younger self,

Still high on dismay.

-Jackie