Poems of Pain and Solitude

do you miss me too?

Dear You,

I don't want to miss you.

But here I am.

And I miss you. But I'll pretend it's fine,

Because your hologram

Comforts me like you're mine.

You gave me gold-stained sunflowers

As if they held all this power.

With a dramatic smile on your face,

And the laughter I had to chase,

We watched them everyday,

Wilt, thrive, glimmer, then fade.

You gave me a hug to look for on Mondays

As if they would paint over my grey.

With the warmth in your embrace

And the elegance in your grace

We folded up our secrets in drawers

And locked them up forever.

And then one day

I closed my eyes

And you were gone.

It was too much to stay

So you tore down our skies

And bled away with dawn.

And I'm so confused,

Were you trying to run away from me

Or the poetic pain that I afflicted you?

I felt so used,

My misfortune written by if onlys

And the sorrow that laid in this blue.

I turned my pain into beauty

Turned this anguish into poetry;

Like I wrote something worthy of being read

I painted your words in my head.

You're my smouldering muse in these electric elegies

And you make these bolting seconds freeze.

My ghosts dance with your corpse in the wind

And the lake mourns the loss of our lively soul.

The world knew, the moon knew before us,

That the beat in my heart was chagrined

From my grief and this hole.

In my heart, there was no more trust.

I knew it myself. But I never said it

Because this thing was sacred

To me and to my temples.

But now this story's pages are in rips,

The colours in our stars are faded,

And I'm just something that crumples.

I had built these castles in my bones