i love the dark.
the nights away from you.
the empty bed and broken lights
and the quiet
and how it breathes.
it's so beautiful
because it makes sure i cant see you.
or the distance between us.
or how the clock
moves forward
away from our memories.
it's very beautiful
because it's like your hair and eyes
and the memories of our late nights
and the other small things
like your favourite chocolate
or favourite colour.
but i'm not allowed to think about these things.
but i'm not allowed to talk about these things.
because you don't want me to.
i'm not allowed to think about you.
i'm not allowed to talk to you.
because i can't even meet your eyes.
not even in the dark.
as i live in my memories which i'd rather wake from.
with you in the second bed by the nightlight
with you there
breathing.
i'm sorry i fucked everything up.
again.
YOU ARE READING
noontime sonder
Poetry"poetry for those who need it, and poetry for those who yearn for it" /// trust me, i dont know either
