10:57pm, january 11 2018
you are the sky falling;
this beautiful array
of stars shed tearing
me apart wherever i lay.
you are the caving in of earth;
dark brown in eyes
and darker you left me at my hearth
no matter its little size.
you are the fire burnt out
cold evenings spent
for a while i dreamed to mount
if it could just cover up this dent.
you are the drying up of a stream
stuck in a loveless drought;
attention you give when its only to receive,
overly obsessed with clout.
informally -
i saw you as the sky,
filled with wonder at all your light
found myself attempting to fly -
only wished i could reach your height.
but soon, my darling, i found the truth -
that your ego had been simply bruised.
YOU ARE READING
do you think he sees me as just a pretty face?
Poetrysad sap space babe poetry, 2017-2018 'cause writing it out is medicinal. do you think all he sees is a pretty face, or is that too conceited of me to say? at this point maybe that's the best that it gets.
