"Sad stuff makes beautiful poetry, but it's not so pretty to live with." [-Merecat]
*For the Dear Diary Competition*
(I recommend anything beyond 'Tumbling Ash' for the rest is a mess of nonsense words that hold no character, no story and absently fill the page)


69. Let's Pretend


Let's pretend.


Let's pretend that these past five days have been filled with endless diary updates and my words

haven't been swallowed by the aching feeling

of whatever is consuming my insides.


Let's pretend like my hands don't feel so bare,

like the lack of touch leaves them sore without notice and

that he pretends to hold them when really the air holds more romance.


Let's pretend that the heart I traced on the window through the fog of the evening

and the tears of the clouds

wasn't ignored,

and it didn't wash away in a cloud of light

like my bitter happiness that used to flash within my eyes.


Let's pretend that my fear is a mere bug

rather than the consuming beast it has slowly become,

that tongue of words can slay it more than

my tornado of emotions.


Let's pretend that there is not popcorn melting slowly onto my desk

or that there isn't laundry piled on my chair

or endless water bottles pushed over.


Let's pretend that my smile is real and my boredom is fake,

that my longing is small and happiness is large,

that all I ever want is what I have right now when really

my tears swirl like a river of darkness.


-26th September 2015

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