our last dance
goodbye toxic boy.
tuesday morning
despair and melancholy
hold hands and
waltz to the
beat of my
heart
can’t believe
your first ‘okay’
to see me
in three years
was for the
unavoidable
goodbye
played it cool
twenty-two minutes
till i see you
till i seal our fate
till you’re no longer
mine to lose
my eyes land
on your familiar
silhouette
you’re wearing
that black tee
again
moments i spent
with you
in this exact spot
emerge from the
depths of my
subconscious
to take a fresh
breath of air
we were so free
we were so connected
we were just us
how ironic it is
to say my
parting words
in the space
you first made
my heart
race
i still remember
your subtle nod
and smile—
all for me
unaware that
i was here
to draw
blood
chocolate pie
crochet cardholder
handwritten letter
my dilemma
vanished
the moment
my eyes landed
on a space-themed
dm you were
texting in
moments before
and you dare
excuse your ghosting
with cheap lies
it was always me
explaining away
your bad habits
so i’ll dance
one last time
with you
dear boy—
don’t mistake
my
kindness
for
foolishness.




"don’t mistake
my
kindness
for
foolishness."
I love poetry because it takes less time to forge strong words like you did, than prose does. But anyway, you're an amazing poet, essayist, rolled into one Xins!! Your poetry reminds me of my own version that still lives inside!
oofffffff ok this hit pretty freakin’ hard…