you say the glass is half full, raise it to the light, watch how it catches and holds a shimmer, how hope balances on the curve of its lip. i nod, pretend to see it, that promise you find in the clear edges, in the space where liquid turns to air. but i’ve never known how to look up like that. i think of the weight, how it feels when everything pours into your chest, fills until you’re stretched, taut, a breath from spilling over. to you, it’s enough to sip, to savor, to keep going. to me, it’s just enough to drown in, the pull soft and steady, an invitation whispered only i can hear. the world lifts its glass, toasts to tomorrows, to beginnings that glitter at the rim.
this is so smart. how do you even think of something like this?? like its so crazy. you need to compile your poems in a book i will be the first to buy it PLEASE
this is so smart. how do you even think of something like this?? like its so crazy. you need to compile your poems in a book i will be the first to buy it PLEASE
omg thank you willow 😭 i'm only as good as the prompts i receive or think of
idk if u realise it or not but doing that is the most amazing part of it all
omg you're right wth i didn't think of that