we used to meet under the stars
your face hidden by night
but your laughter broke free
and i remember how your eyes
used to dance with the streetlights
i stood underneath the bridge
and caught you as your heart fell
but it wasn't enough
it never was
you liked the taste of the wind
and the heat of the fall
and you fell so far
that i couldn't feel you anymore
why did you leave
your blood on the floor
my heart ripped away
i can't breathe not even for you
you were my lungs, my veins
my brain, my body, my eyes
but i went blind after you
these fucking flashes
searing straight through my soul
you left me full of holes
when i stood next to you
you were asleep
when i needed you most
your skin was already blue
your eyes didn't dance again
and i felt the water bite my toes
but i don't care anymore
you fell so hard
that i lost everything
in a moment of clarity
i realized you were going home
to dance with the stars
and now i watch you
remembering your face
blanketed by darkness
lit up under the moon
picturing
the way you used to dance
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind