I see my notification box empty.
I see the 24 hour hiatus you've taken.
Both of you.
Why are you not trying to break that record anymore?
Because of me?
Well,
Why?
Because you don't know what to say?
Because you feel bad?
Because you're scared I'll read it?
Because I said I'm a monkey in the middle?
Don't stop because of me.
That's a terrible reason.
You're chaos is beautiful.
The back and forth mess of stars and rain.
That's art.
Your art.
Don't stop making art.
It looks amazing.
Oh,
nevermind.
I just didn't see the notification.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
