i don't know why my fear of the dark returned when i was 17 but maybe it had something to do with my inability to close my eyes at night. or maybe because i kept staring at the clock waiting for it to strike half past time to wake up because to be honest i think i've been sleeping all my life waiting for a call i know will never come but that's the only alarm i've ever set.
i probably deserve this so i'm sorry i never got to say the words i wanted too but it always felt like we spoke two different languages and google translate doesn't work with feelings. i don't know where you are anymore but we share the same sky and your eyes always resembled the suns that filled them so last night when i saw a shooting star why did it make me feel like i wasn't the only one crying.
and i want to travel through time sending you postcards of our sweetest memories and happiest moments but the only address i've ever known of is in the cusp my arms and you're not there anymore. we can blame it on a lot of things like sorry we weren't astrologically compatible or how our chapters didn't belong in the same book but i've been haunted by the ghost of i've loved you then, now and until I'm six feet under the dirt made up of nothing but bones because you took everything else from me.
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoetryI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
