Long ago, I fell in love with the sky and all of its beauty.
I'd be spending countless days staring in wonder at the sunset and the sunrise,
Remembering the days we spent together. Dreaming of a world unlike our own,
Wondering if there is life beyond the sky we share on this planet.
I'd watch you stare up into the night sky; fully knowing that you deserved better than this.
While I began to fall in love with you, you told me to forget the sunrises and the sunsets, if I really wanted to be with with.
That it's childish to fall in love with something you can't have.
I left my love for the sky and the stars, and forced myself to become someone you would love.
Slowly but surely, I wasn't even myself anymore. A shell of my former self. I've never being a hating person but God. I hated what you made me into.
By the end of summer, you were gone. Faded away into another crowd, leaving me with the pieces you broke.
Now that you are gone like the wind at the end of that desolate summer, I have fallen back in love with the sky.
Yet, I am merely a shell of my former self. Left with all the broken pieces that you created. I am still piecing myself back together.
Because I want fall in love with being me again.
Long ago, you told me that it was childish to fall in love with something you can't have.
But you never told me that that "something" was you.
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Hiraeth
Poetry(n). A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and deep longing for something, especially one's home in Wales; an ode to the loss of our homeland, our language and our traditions. •I update this quite infrequently :(•
