poems

victim of the sun

i look up and see a shooting star,
it reminds me of what you used to mean to me.
i call upon, but it's too far,
maybe this was the way it was always meant to be.

you were a lesson, a force to be reckoned,
i'm now afraid of what i'll be taught next.
you heard me out when i was begging,
though you left after you read enough texts.

the ghost of the past, looms within me,
i feel like scrooge, with a nasty attitude.
small things remind me of what we used to be,
i overlook the memories from the highest altitude.

i stand on the highest point of the mountain,
my emotions on the tip of the iceberg.
the anger within me is enough to make me see the stars i've been counting,
the sadness in me is overpowering, it's like a flower that can't bloom.

the fear in me is overwhelming,
it's like a ghost, jump-scaring me.
the pain is overbearing,
excruciating when i watched you leave.

your emerald eyes no longer pierce me,
my muddy eyes have become so glossy.
your words are becoming to sting like a bee,
whatever we had, is starting to become mossy.

for all we know, and all you've shown,
we can't cradle our desire, when there's none left to show.

i wondered why i saw myself blue, now i understand it's because we were drowning,
in this narcissistic, manipulative ocean of death.

the darkness was blinding,
my faith in you was subsiding.
your heartfelt lines mean less than a million dogs dying.

i no longer want to to keep buying,
your selling yourself short, and i'm nothing more than an old cardigan.
i'm done with the bargaining.

so, pack up your stand and go,
you know i can't make this decision on my own.
your time here as a vender is over now,
pick up your bored games and go.