Brown Season Poem by Roxy Kovács

Looking back, last September,
When I thought everything will last forever,
I was better at feeling nothing,
Then feeling something,
But it's all worthless,
And I can't even pretend it's nonsense.
My heart, you got me for a minute,
I believed, maybe you could feel it.
The magnetic pole,
My aching soul.
I don't need any crown,
Only a truth telling mouth.
And as the blood rushes to my cheeks,
I stay up all night wandering what it means.
Overromanticizing the blacks and whites,
But my mind knows, I could never do it twice.
Lying to myself, saying that this is all I need.
But as we know, our hearts will always lead.
Not a simple admiration,
We don't need more complication.