she was a mystery in a box
a package of handmade mistakes
that trailed behind you like eternal chains
crafted from the constellations themselves
and you were hopelessly lost in their cosmic embrace.
she was the hopeless romantic you'd dread falling for
and when she looked at you
you knew she looked for a love
that people wrote books about
she was water,
soft enough to offer life
but tough enough to drown you
in her never ending existence
she made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible
she carried the universe on her shoulders
and made it look like a pair of wings
she was a supernova with a soul
stars tangled in your hair
she got drunk on the hearts of earth bound misfits
and from the chaos of her mind
flowed beauty
endlessly fascinating where you were perpetually boring
and so full of e n e r g y
as she struck you
once
then again
and then disappeared forever
leaving you
not with the aftershocks of loving her
but with a mystery and a madness
and a hole in your hollow heart
they say to fall in love with a soul
not a face
but you fell in love with both and nothing at all
wondering how to learn to unlove
and knowing you'll never know
you fell in love and apart
high on the promise of remembrance
and crashing down on the sharp sting of i told you so
because when you sleep with the devil
expect to wake up in hell.
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Where Poems Come to Die
Poetryjust the little things that float into my head when i should probably be asleep.
