There's something about thinking of you
that makes me feel whole and happy.
There's something about you
that makes life worth living,
enjoyable even.
My eyes well up. I start to shake.
I tell myself to calm down -
"it's not a big deal" -
but the joy is too much.
What is this, this feeling of warmth
that threatens to melt me so slowly?
I'm used to feeling fine, okay
or terrible, foul, dark.
I put on a smile to hide my broken heart.
Loneliness is a close friend
that dances with me
until death creeps in, asking.
When I think of you
and all that you've done,
the black hole that I'm so
accustomed to
shrinks, shrieks, demands -
and I am sure I can go through
another day,
though I dare not say
why I feel the rain in summer.
That's a secret only we know.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
