stardust & silk

M A Y.

i.

I've tried to repair the wounds on my heart through the presence of another, but a crescent moon will never shine as bright as a supernova, and the marks he leaves on my skin are are quicker to fade while the wounds you left behind sink deeper.

ii.

I find him in the little things, like when I run out of toilet paper and the roll remains empty the next time I need it

iii.

We don't talk anymore but your name still never seems to find it's way past my lips, the letters jamming themselves in my throat until it feels like I'm choking on youyouyou. But the rest of me aches in your memory as my hand scribbles charcoal smiles and whispered words onto paper and canvas and the very surface of my heart. and God, could I write about you until my fingers bleed and my throat's rubbed raw

iv.

You broke my heart and expected me to put it back together again; but i'm not even sure i know where the missing pieces are; and ever since you've been gone it feels like there's sadness flowing through my veins, so i've started kissing strangers in the dark pretending they're you... but sometimes it feels like the devils got a hold of my throat, or maybe it's the memory of your kiss that takes my breath away