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Seasonal depression
everyone speaks of the sweet summer child,
oh so young, so overjoyed.
innocence like none other,
so charming yet kind,
so perfect yet behind,
designed to headline.
who talks of winter?
snow falls down the window,
covered deep, twenty feet,
you can't get out, oh you'll only weep.
who talks of autumn?
old leaves fall just like love,
they step on you just to hear the crunch,
colours fade, you sink further from above.
who talks of monsoon?
the forgotten-forgotten one,
rain pours like tears, only storms are to come,
grey, blue, and twilight, they're the only ones I trust.
and spring, my lovely cling,
a caretaker of sorts, blooming life from within,
for it is not your job
to fix everything,
darling please remember, give only 'till they sting.
oh but summer days,
they're burning hot, they're such a haze,
the star starts burning, the skys too bright.
but the sun's dire song is sung more than rain's,
for at the end of the day,
bright light is always chosen over disarray.
My Name
holding my pillow tight
to my chest
sobbing out
his name
“Cicada, Cicada, Cicada”
“I never meant to hurt you” words repeated nightly
they’ve faded into meaninglessness by now
he doesn’t even hear them,
they have no purpose anymore.
I hate his name
I hate my name
I start trying new ones
at the strike of midnight,
my name changes
again, and again, and again
nothing fits
old, or new
it feels like a loose robe
until
I’m holding the pillow tight to my chest,
repeating a name
“Victoria, Victoria, Victoria”
it works
I start to cry
“Victoria, Victoria, Victoria”
I love it
“Victoria, Victoria, Victoria”
I love it
“Victoria, Victoria, Victoria Victoria, Victoria, Victoria”
my name.
me.