The Ground

I want to write you this letter

A pain from memory

Shot down and twirled

Messed up within the glee

Happy people never smile

Emo kids, they never rock

Death always feels better than living

And falling...is gravity's only friend



Laugh at the world as we stumble

Tripping on pebbles or clumps of dust

Let the blood soil the ground

In a deep dark maroon that shines so bright

Tonight



I called to say that I'm not sorry

That I've become atuned to the trains

You never were more than a memory

An empty face

A smile's disgrace

But you were happy

With me...so you frowned



Sleep away all this depression

Tears they drop and never stop

Why don't you flood the ocean?

Or maybe call the cops

Kill me time and time again

I want to feel you deep inside

You know I never cared more

Than the moment when I drowned



Shoot me raindrops I am falling down

Gravity

Never forced me to make this sound

Deniably

I called to forget you once and for all

"In Love" or not at all

I don't care, we always fall

To the ground

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A mixture of emotion and memories and experiences and metaphores.  If you understand this, please, please tell me...or seek a psychiatrist.

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Lexie Peters's picture

Hey, this poem is sweet! I really liked the line "...falling is gravity's only friend." i'm not sure what the poem means to you, but it said something to me. and that's what good poetry does; says something different and meaningful to everyone. So, kudos! I love this, keep it up!