I haven’t cried in such a long time
and I know that sounds like a good thing,
but I feel my limbs getting heavier
and my eyes closing faster.
I don’t think anything is particularly wrong,
but for some reason,
my brain is a jumbled mess
and I can’t find the corner pieces
to start putting the puzzle back together.
I just wish I could pinpoint
what exactly is “wrong” right now.
There is beauty in the breakdown,
but I want my skyscraper back.
tagged as: poem. thoughts. personal. writing. sadness. melancholy. confused.
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