The Falling Stars

⋆𝘙𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯⋆

The diminishing sound of a motorbike, passing by.

After that, there was no one in sight.

I looked at my watch, and sighed to myself,

I guess it was that time of the night.

As chilly as it was, I left my jacket on my chair.

As tired as I was, I let down my hair.

I stepped out of my house, with my fists clenched tight.

I didn't bother to be quiet, there was no one there to care.

I walked on, down that old, familiar road.

The one I've known from many years ago.

Slowly but gently, I let my toes soak in a fresh puddle.

It calmed me, sort of, though it was cold.

I walked ahead, and looked to my side.

Looks like spring had come, and brought those cherry blossoms alive.

Petals fell with the wind, slowly enveloping me.

Covering me, as I started to cry.

On the way, I visited a grave.

The grave of someone who had promised to stay.

She took care of me and loved me like there was no end.

But fate chose to take her away.

I kept walking, although it hurt.

I kept walking, my bruises burning under my shirt.

'They must have hit me harder today', I thought,

As I saw some of my blood, mix with the dirt.

Several fireflies were buzzing past,

And the unbearable pain, made me walk fast.

I cursed myself, for even thinking that,

'No pain was ever meant to last.'

And finally I reached,

A bridge, built over a tiny part of the sea.

I cried as I bent over the railing.

Only to find my reflection staring back at me.

I climbed up the railing, and chose to stand tall

For the last moments, before I finally fall

I glanced at the girl, standing in the water.

And though she looked fine, she wasn't fine at all.

She was sad, tears and blood, staining her face.

She was helpless, face distorted by every wave.

It was as if, she regretted jumping into the sea.

And she was, remorsefully, waiting to be saved.

But I knew, no one would come for her.

Because she was me, the 'me' in the future.

If she regretted her past, that would be my present.

So, I quickly stepped down and chose to take a turn.

She didn't want me to die.

Though she's the only one, at least she tries.

To save the me, who was drowning on land.

To protect me, and keep me alive.

Like every day, I smiled through the tears.

Like every day, my reflection drove away my fears.

And I felt like living, and dying at the same time.

So I walked away, as I did for so many years.

And though my tears came from a place unseen.

And my blood flowed out from wounds that were deep.

I'll face tomorrow, I'll face it again.

Because she wanted me to live; and she was me.

~ LonelyComets 

  13.04.18

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Well, that was a realllly long poem XD. I wish I could have concluded better TT. I was hoping that visual imagery would stand out in this... so you could "see" the events in the poems unfold :)

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Basically... I was trying to see if I could tell a story in the form of a poem... i guess it kinda worked?? So disclaimer.. THIS IS NOT BASED ON REAL EVENTS THAT HAPPENED (to me at least)

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