and her memories were like stars
some still shone brightly
others were shrouded by dark clouds
some had extinguished their light completely
crumbling into dust
forever lost
she gazed at some stars every night
with a whimsical smile
others shone their cruel light
right into her heart
and jabbed at ancient memories
those were the stars she hated
and wish they would stop shining
because it hurt
to see them
every night
all of the memories
spread out across the milky way
could never compare
to the sun
her biggest star
her most excruciating memory
filled with heartache and pain
YOU ARE READING
lacuna - a poetry collection
Şiir𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮; 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗽. A collection of all the things I never got to say. All my thoughts and emotions accumulated into one book.
