I loved him at his weakest,
when he cried and hurt and yelled.
And in a selfish moment I was scared;
I was scared for myself.
My head is so detached from my heart,
for if it wasn't,
at least it'd be smart.
It would tell me to leave and run,
to not be a fool,
and to stay in the sun.
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Stardust
PoetryThis is a collection of short epigrams that I consider poetry. I hope you can find something within the words that make your eyes light up, your soul ignite, and your heart flutter. In these poems I talk about loss, life, and love. Enjoy, friends. :)
