Drew
1 min readOct 6, 2020

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over

this is over

as you sit out upon a balcony

the pool light dimly lit within your eyes

shuffling through an array of green and blue hues

you feel it

a seed dying as it’s planted

a breath stolen before it’s ever taken

did we ever have a chance?

no

not really

not when the only thought as your lips pressed against mine

is when they might pull away

you want me

or at least you did

and as you shook with excitement

as my body pressed down on yours

it was over

you knew somewhere deep down

i didn’t want this

but it didn’t stop you

because your blonde hair and green eyes should have been enough

they should have been

but here you are

sitting on a balcony

wondering when this will end

unaware that it’s already over

it always was

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Drew

a whole lotta stream of consciousness poetry