I saw you today.
You had a bundle of flowers in your hands.
A grin that spread across the horizon,
Exuding light.
Like the day was coming to an end.
Beautiful.
Fleeting.
Your eyes found her in the crowd,
and I could see how the stars lit up in your eyes.
I realised something,
It meant that the possibility of us,
Was coming to an end.
You were my night.
But she was your day.
To her,
You were the fresh picked flowers
And summer breeze
That tickled your skin as you gazed at the endless ocean of possibilities.
And frankly,
I'm over the cold, lonely nights.
Tired of the moon —
Ever hanging with the false delusion of potentiality,
And hollow echoes of an empty room.
And maybe if I go to sleep,
Pull the covers over this chapter in my life,
I would wake up next to the person
I share my sunrise with.
So, I plucked out the last petal of my flower,
Watching as it glided down
And softly landed on the ground.
He loves me not.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight thoughts
Poetry"there's a fine line between love and hate. sometimes I wonder if that line is only made out of the thin streak of my tears, or the remnants of my heart." - Love & Hate, @the_butterfly_meadow Pen...
