i lay on a bed of roses,
the color of the night sky,
no stars in sight; not even a twinkle
of what was or what could've been.
my eyes that once shined blue
are now nothing but a midnight storm;
even the lightning doesn't kickstart my heart
like it once would.
the rain pours over me,
leaving mascara stained tears
on my once rosy, now pale cheeks.
mud seeps through the dark petals
that rest beneath my broken body;
soaking into the sorrows i still hold.
i can see the soft glimmer of the moon
and i wonder if it'll be enough to pull me
through the raging winds and swirling debris
of what's left of who i use to be.
i lift my arm to reach for the light,
in hopes it'll save me from this darkness
that is constantly consuming me.
it feels as if i'm too weak;
my hand shakes with pain as i try to grasp
what i know i can't have.
when the moon hides itself again,
i lay myself to rest and wait for the end.
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The Night The Stars Went Out
Poesiaa 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...
