Something New?

something new?

how did we let it all go?

it's not like it slipped away unnoticed

i watched it start to tear

seams started to rip

one by one

here and there

then before long

we were hanging on by a thread

then we weren't

and it felt like you wouldn't notice

nor care

if i were alive or dead

after a while

i handed you a new needle and thread

you pierced through my skin

i winced and watched it bleed as you

passed it back

it was painful

but it was a start

you're back now

but it'll never be the same

as it once was

but maybe

we can start something new?

-i

for the rain

watching the rain

watching the birds in the rain

watching the birds eat off the bird feeder in the rain

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

cold enveloping their tiny little bodies

each drop either sliding right off

or weaving its way past each feather to the skin

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

they're overwhelmed with responsibilities

greater than the dislike of rain

they can't avoid it

they must go out in it

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

sitting in the rain

flying in the rain

hunting in the rain

it doesn't seem to bother them

but i bet it does

soon the rain will pass

but everything will remain wet

especially the grass

it doesn't seem to bother them

and maybe it doesn't

the worms like the rain

the birds like the worms

maybe the rain isn't all too bad

it doesn't seem to bother them

and maybe they're grateful

for the rain

- i

how cruel

how cruel

i fuel the memories

they go for the jugular as thanks

i can't help but mourn the past

even though it haunts me

-i

Hey! Willow, here. Before I say anything, I want you to know that I find you so cool and fascinating. Keep writing. Lots of love.❤️

It doesn't feel like september

The title of this particular one is so captivating, and I would love to know what it is about and how you got the idea.

hey willow, thanks i really appreciate it aha, i think your work is also very cool

september is when a lot of things change, my birthday, the new academic year etc. so that's where i got the idea. it's quite a short poem focusing on running out of time, i'll probably post it soon as to not leave you in suspense

-i

hope

hope is such a unique feeling

it flows all throughout you

slipping into every crevice and gap

hope can be a fire

that burns in the hearts

of those who believe

mass hope is near impossible to kill

individual hope is easier to dismantle

but not if they are stubborn

or determined

or a fighter

hope can and will live on

it is contagious

-i

sleep

i'm so tired

exhausted even

it's visible on my face

it's audible in my voice

the temptation of

sleeps warm embrace

haunts me

relentlessly following

until i give in

-i

(prompt by @atorturedpoetsquill , apologies it's a bit late, also i'm not entirely sure how these work so im just going to leave it as is, with the optional prompts for anyone - autumn, hugs, melting)