her smile looked like polyhymnia and
crushed stars
that were accidentally dropped into reality.
but she
didn't want to be my sun,
she didn't want to live
just so i could breathe.
i constantly found myself wishing
that i had something,
anything really,
that she was afraid to loose.
and
i knew it would never happen
but i couldn't wait
for the day
when i didn't have to
spend my nights thinking
about how she wasn't thinking
of me.
when i didn't have to remember
how the speckled sunlight
always gave her a halo
and how the coyotes could not catch us
with their starving bodies
and snaggleteeth.
i thought that you
were the storm that riled beehives.
i thought that you
were the reason heaven wouldn't let me in
yes.
you
were the reason
i stayed alive
YOU ARE READING
horribly beautiful ✔️
Poesíapeople write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. jun...
