lxxxvii. YOU ARE FAR, FAR AWAY FROM ME.
it makes me sad to think about you. but then i'm reminded that some stars aren't meant to last long because they burn bright while they can. some birds aren't meant to be locked up in white cages for our admiration, they must be set free. some candles burn out quickly when left lit all night. some hearts love so much that once they are done giving, they no longer want to receive, but to perish peacefully for they have done what they were meant to do. nightmares and dreams, they do not last long unless you force yourself back to sleep. but even then, when that one star has burned out, when that bird is let go of, when the candle no longer burns, when that heart is no longer around to make you feel as if you have meaning; when you finally wake up, you are still left in this state of grief, of longing emptiness.
i guess i just miss you, that's all.
YOU ARE READING
on this day.
Poésiexvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
