I remember
how your hands
could write words,
but your lips
had the courage
to set them free
in blurted whispers,
piercing the starless night
with stars of your own—
stars made of
the kind of fiery regret
that burns down
in your chest,
until you
set it
loose
to shoot across the sky
in flames—
a shooting star borne from
the suffocating fire inside
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Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...
