Rain falls on the bare land beneath my aching feet,
Then comes the sudden realization that I let my love blossom too soon.
Now I'm a quarter moon,
Nested in an empty night shy,
Surrounded by space with nothing left but me to fill this empty void,
And I do not know where I left the rest of me,
How many more cycles must I go through before I am considered to be whole again?
What do I have to do to stop the rain?
I'm tired of walking in these shoes,
I have walked a thousand miles in these shoes and I'm still no closer to understanding myself,
I wish to trade places with the sun and burn for a day before the ocean swallows me whole to make room the stars.
She was the only galaxy I could recognize from a distance,
I knew the placement of everyone of her stars and I could tell in seconds whenever anything was even slightly out of place,
Whenever I was around her I felt like the worlds luckiest astronomer because I felt that she was the only heavenly body that warranted meticulous observation,
And now that she is gone whenever I look to the night sky I see the heavens bleed,
It drips shooting stars and coughs out star dust,
And I can not wish far enough to reach her anymore.
She is a dream I wasn't quite quick enough to catch up to,
And I am the cripple that tripped far too many times over his self-esteem,
Now I wear my confidence with a slight limp.
I'll never be the same again.
I think of this as the rain makes its way across the bare land beneath my aching feet,
And once again I must walk through the rain alone.
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Love: A Journey
PoesiaThis is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the proces...
