hello, goodbye
hello,
in the backyard of the cherished soil,
where my love always falls flat like
swollen notes i never sent.
comma
i stare at you while
the sun rises. the red
solo cup in my hand has been
empty for hours, crumbled
and stained with my lipstick. and
you have some of my lipstick too,
coloring your cheek,
your mouth, and down
your body. i knew it was
time for me to go, even though i wasn't
keen on saying goodbye yet. but the
cold is calling my name and
i belong in the wind so gone i
go, go,
goodbye.
This poem is about:
Me