Walls

These walls

are far to thin for

emotional outbursts

at only 12:34am

 

But here I am

reading old messages

trying to make sense of what little remains.

could we actually have been something?

 

How childish of me.

 

but you've crawled into the deepest and darkest,

corners of my mind.

You've known of the things I've felt.

yet you stayed.

you wanted me in the bluntest of ways.

such a shame we couldn't have been forever.

now you're on a paper airplane far from coming home.

 

you left at 2:57pm and by 3 

it was like you never really cared.

I hid everything that reminded me of you,

but I slipped on your shirt,

and tried my hardest not to inhale your scent.

 

I see planes passing over everyonce in awhile, 

wonder if its you coming home.

But your doing what felt right.

 

And at eighteen

a plane ticket can help you

leave your hell behind

but it cant help you escape 

whats inside your mind.

 

so congrats Ignorance is your new best friend.

 

Someday you will find what your looking for but untill then,

if life gets rough

i know of some thin walls 

for emotional out bursts at only 12:35am

This poem is about: 
Me

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