you use to come up
in all of my conversations.
i couldn't not talk about you
because you were what made me happy.
i could've rambled about you for hours
and on some occasions i did.i would tell everyone
how proud i was of you,
how wonderful you were
in the play that you did,
how sweet you use to be to me,
and how strongly i believed in you.now i'm left with nothing to talk about,
no one to talk about,
no one to be proud of,
and no one to love.
YOU ARE READING
The Night The Stars Went Out
Şiira book of poetry about love and the grieving of losing that love. i am writing this as i learn to heal through the breakup and heartbreak of losing the one person i loved. this is a book of vulnerability, sadness but also strength. you are heard, yo...