what to do

do I let myself live with the overwhelming thoughts of her undeniable beauty perpetually flowing through my veins?
or do I snap myself out of this never-ending reverie and start looking for better ways to spend my time?
play the keyboard? football? swimming?
should I look at the clouds and paint a pretentious self-portrait with fairy lights glistening at the back of my room?
should I get a mason jar and fill it to the brim with happiness and ice-cold water?
maybe I should get out of the house and snap photos reflecting pastel palettes to go with my Instagram theme
play some alt-j? dodie? what is it that I feel right now?
is it anger or resent that meanders with the impulses that jolt towards my brain?
maybe I should dust my old bookshelf and lose myself in my old copy of little women
or maybe I should make some colorful psychology notes to help me with tomorrow’s test?
I know the perfect shade of pink flowers that would add a splash of color to my dead, white walls
and I know the perfect yellow banner that would remind me to be happy when she starts walking towards my brain again
are the birds chirping outside my window mocking me?
is the wind that combs through the frayed leaves of the palm trees somehow calling me?
happiness? is that you, old friend?

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Ameena k.g says:

    I see so much reality in this poem. 💕💕 This is too real to be fiction

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    1. Adt Patel says:

      real is exactly what it is haha I’M TORN HELP

      Like

  2. Zubaida Basrai says:

    Oh my god wow❤️

    Liked by 1 person

      1. frederic2ec says:

        What ?

        Like

  3. Addie says:

    and ALSO, dodie yessss ♥

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