10:30 pm, Saturday, 7th July
I see you in the sunsets;
memories of you within the bleeding hues of the sky.
I see you in the darkness that follows -
wispy messes of sin and lucid desires.
I cannot figure what I want, but I am sure it is not you.
If you were the galaxy,
then I am no longer fascinated by the interstellar forces that whirl within you.
If you were the moon,
then I am no longer captivated by the beauty that lingers upon your surface.
If you were the flowers at the oceans edge,
then I am no longer bound to the artistry along your velvet petals.
If you were the ocean,
then I am no longer in love with the danger that lies beneath your currents.
Slowly you fade away,
and my heart finally stops beating for you.
Slowly but surely, I forget you.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
