I don't know if I believe I'll ever find a star-fire of a tornado like you again.
I miss the molten glitter and gold you left behind in a fiery trail.
I loved you.
But you died.
And all that was left was burnt rubber and plastic
formed into a sharp grin
stabbing my heart out
in a last ditch effort to kill
Every part of me
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Poetry from Jupiter Raised by the Sun
ŞiirTRIGGER WARNING/DISCLAIMER: Content in these poems cover mental health, self-harm, depressive moods, trauma, and rock bottom feelings. Not all poems have these topics, but if any of this triggers you please be cautious when reading this. I write po...
