you are like the stars
so far away, unwavering
so how could i not fear
them as i did you
they labor in the inky
quilt of the evening,
beautiful in the way
i cannot touch them
beautiful in the way
that they just continue being
the distance teases
me like the sun dances
on the horizon
i can look but i cannot
touch
it leaves me
with a bitter taste
in my mouth
is this my blood or yours
YOU ARE READING
you left - sad poems
Poetryhow are you still suffocating me? you're dead. you killed yourself. [ this is a story about me experiencing the suicide of someone close to me ] (lowercase lettering is intended)
