thirty seconds

thirty seconds.

it took thirty seconds for the walls to close around me.

thirty seconds to delete you and isolate me,

to leave me with the one person that has torn myself to shreds,

the one person with the power to knock all sanity out of my head.

all my words, all the songs and the poetry,

use the pronoun you but add up to me.

people say not to have self pity but every altercation with “you” leads to another crack in me.

shooting stars were said to have powers,

but I wished for myself and ended up with loneliness,

in the form of wilting flowers.

I never asked for me.

but in those thirty seconds,

that’s what I was forced to be

#poetry #original