GRAVITY

its monday and the first thing that pops into my head is, when would the weekend come? anyways, in life, we come across a lot of people and then we meet that one person, who for some reason tends to understand and gets us to our core. everything seems so perfect, even when things aren't perfect. so this poem draws inspiration from situation. 

poem:

Blissful memories keep flooding my brain

borrowed memories which i don't own

these cheerful things are all i have from pulling me apart

this is release therapy to me

and i need to detox from all the emotions i have been feeling lately

because the thought of you stays heavy on my mind

like bricks weighing tons but being mislabeled as love

i swear love shouldn't have to hurt this much

and the funny thing is you are the only one who knows

the right words to hurt me the most

i need to runway or fly far away

but something always brings me right back to you

you are my personal gravity

anytime i feel like i am flying

you pull me right in

till im crashing down