of rants and poems.

long nights

no one even reads these. woo.

 

but, no

you see

I understand

how dark and unwanted 

I am

it makes sense

because i am the big ol' lonely night

the ink between the stars

there's so many things wrong with me

so I can contrast 

against those stars.

and I'm holding so many stars around me

and I can hear people say 

"the stars look beautiful,"

"I love looking at the stars,"

and I smile.

but you don't hear

"I love that black part,

that place that's so dark,

you can't even see anything,

right between the stars."

who would?

that's not the place for beauty.

not the place for grace,

not a place you give admiration,

and certainly not the place for love.

and it makes sense

that I am not important,

it makes sense

that no one's gaze

will linger over me,

and it makes sense

that you will forget me 

when the sun rises.

and then I'll bleed away

so the bright side can come out.

and it will come out, 

for a short time.

but winter is coming-

the days are too short,

and my nights

are way too long.