It danced with me (I’ve never written poetry before lol)
Cold night, atop a tall building, it appeared.
It took my hand, it twirled me, no audience, no cheers.
I hated the way it looked, and yet, it danced with me.
I hated the way I acted, and yet, it danced with me.
I hated the way I saw myself, and yet, it danced with me.
I hated the way I felt, and yet, it danced with me.
It loosened its grip, I tightened mine, we kept dancing.
It loosened its grip, I held on tight, we kept dancing.
It loosened its grip, I loosened mine, we stopped dancing.
In that cold and on that roof, I felt but couldn’t see.
But in my heart I knew the truth.
That death had danced with me.
Posted Jun 7, 2026, 5:07 AM UTC
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