Millions [Poetry]

midnight cantabile

midnight cantabile

jan3twenty18

what's an apple without its core? somehow better, since the sweetness and fruit can be swallowed into your system without having to worry about the remains. but what of it?

every last sunset I wish on you, for all of your dreams to come true. but from a distance I see a poster child, a perfect person, likable by all. a shell.

you're so hollow it feels like a mirror. there isn't even a reflection for us anymore, just envisionings of our futures. yours is much brighter than mine, but that doesn't make it a good thing.

they've scooped you out, and I've wasted all of our sunsets alone. promises would have never been broken. I refuse to cry, and I hate to think that maybe you haven't. for the mere thought of tears gracing your fascinating face makes my heart shudder.

I still hold on to what once made me whole. and I always will. whispers of forget-me-nots still ring clear in my ears, haunting my living and sleeping hours to no end.

the days drag on unnumbered, I shake with invisible cold. I, as an apple, rot with grace. I make it a show. but flickering's all I'm good for, and on the down curve I don't stand a chance.