The Moon is drunk
and the Stars intoxicated
with the sins of the Sun
and the sadness of the Sky
shifts, blurs from the Earth
and You stare.
and wonder why the Universe
never loved you back.
I will never be a poem,
beautifully written and composed.
I will never be a song,
remembered and euphonious
I will never be a novel,
coherent and captivating
I will be forever the unwritten thought.
the half finished story.
the long forgotten melody.
If I told You about
the Darkness
inside of Me would You
still look at Me
like I'm the Sun?
My biggest fear
is that eventually
You will see Me
the way I see Myself.
Loving me must be
so fucking hard
and I'm so fucking sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
