In your wake I am damaged for any other
My spirit yearns for the only one I cannot have
Somehow I refuse to allow myself to regret you
You have carved your nails into my flesh and there you shall remian
Regardless, I hope the night sky is forever beautiful wherever you may be.
I wish for you to stare at the stars and remember the girl whose eyes shone brighter than all the constellations for you.
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
