I.
She is not like the sun
It doesn't burn to touch her
She is not like the moon
Just an echo of another
She is not like the stars
Messages sent by the ancient dead
Rather, she is like the sky
Vast and limitless
And watching over me
She is like the ocean
Full of life and mystery
She is like oxygen
Filling me up and keeping me alive
II.
I could wear you like my favorite jeans
Or the hoodie that I bought when I still hated me
I could tell you all the things
that I don't wanna hear
And hope that you don't figure out how weak I am
III.
You have broken the skin
Of my hatred
You took the one constant from my life
That has made it worth living
You don't deserve
Anything less than blind rage
Your demons cannot protect you now
I can be far more terrifying
Than you would ever guess
I'm stronger than you
And I will break you
IV.
I want to forget
But the scars run deep
And the skin pulls when I move
Every breath reminds me
Of the happiness at the start
And the ugly ending
That you stitched into my soul
Someday I will pop these seams
And I will fly away
From the memory of you
On the wings you tried to take from me
V.
I wonder, now, if you were right
If I am not actually terrible
And I've just been lying to myself
If it was never your fault
I wish every day now
That I had seen your red flags
For what they were
And left you alone
When I had the chance
YOU ARE READING
furthermore
PoetryA poetic diary of sorts. A collection of poems chronicling my depression, suicidal ideation, and my journey through therapy.
