Poetry Prompts :)

He's someone who believes he's a good liar,

But I can see straight through him,

Like I'm seeing myself in the mirror,

Making a loud eye contact,

With another wild child,

Almost jealous of growing up and old,

Amongst the silent suffocation,

Of wilting flowers,

And dying batteries,

On a 2 am high,

Of realising,

About a love that was never yours,

Then saying a final goodbye to a loved one,

As the sun shines on an object,

Casting rainbows through the dew on your dress.