Your scent that used to linger,
that used to endlessly occupy my mind,
has fainted at the sight of me.
Your smell no longer retains
with
me,
nor within
me.
My half moon,
maybe at night I can still see you,
and you can still see me,
placed up there, high up in the deep
blackened skies.
Where you can pin point
me across the world.
Where the stars twinkle,
and the light glimmers.
Maybe I can still search for you in the empty street corners.
Maybe the only time I'll ever see you,
is in the sight of those imposters,
that surround me.
My half moon,
sometimes I wonder
if I still gravitate towards you.
My half moon,
I wish upon a star,
to find a love,
so impeccably beautiful,
as the one,
I found most,
in you.
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SHITTY LOVE SONNETS / flashpoetry
PoezieIt was only in the chaos, I was able to cultivate my wings and alas, take flight. ------------------------ flash, emotive poetry - words of mine, to all the boys I've loved before, but also to myself. started : summer 2019
