The Undertones of Sadness - A Poetry Book

When the Flames Flicker Out

You know the time when the flames flicker out
When the moon is the only star in the sky
When there's words begging to be spoken aloud
But what words are useful when they're all a lie?
Those moments when the flames flicker out
Those moments when everything is too insane to cry
When you feel so empty you may as well be a drought
And then there isn't even the moon in the night sky

What would you seek comfort in?
Poison or not, take your pick
Stars know, no one cares, no one listens
Dagger or knife, it's still the same slit
At your throat, 'cause the line never finishes

You know the words when the flames flicker out
Still hesitant, promises left still broken
August just came and went, as if it took the shorter route
Yet you're still leaving words unspoken
Waiting for the flames to flicker out
They already have, darling
Don't flicker out with them, speak out loud
Speak and grow with your planted sapling

Don't let your own flames flicker out
Letting yourself slip away only means danger
Don't become so empty you succumb to the drought
Don't save your happiness for later
Stars know you need it now
Stars know you're out of control
Stars know you'll never allow
Any kind of harm to come to your favorite soul

You know the time when the flames flicker out
When the moon is no longer part of your life
You refuse to become more, you refuse to become the drought
You know you won't make it through the night
Stars know you don't have romantic love in you
My darling, you have so much love to spare
There's nothing in this universe you couldn't do
You'll be okay, even if others don't care.

Don't let your flames flicker out,
Stars know you'll make it through this drought.

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Author's Note-
I don't usually like to explain my poems to my readers. My poems are only for me to understand, and only for you to read. However, this short poem is the exception. I wrote this poem about being aromantic (meaning you do not experience romantic attraction) because I, myself, have been questioning it. I've been feeling as if I love the wrong way, which is that I don't love anyone romantically. This poem is a message, both to other aromantic people and myself. You are not wrong to not love others romantically. Being aromantic is not a bad thing. You have so much love in you and around you. You are valid. It can be hard to accept being aromantic, especially in this society. But I promise things will get better.

Here's to all aromantic people:
You.
Are.
Valid.