You hold your breath
For he had held your heart in his hands
You grasp your palms tightly together until they hurt
The way he once grasped who you were
Like no other
Not who you are
But who you were
You bite your lip
Where he was once an ornament
Where he became
Naught but an accessory
You hold back tears from your eyes
In the eyes of the beholder
He was your star shining bright
He had often called your eyes his stars
As he had often called you his sun
You loved him, he loved you
You thought he was the one
His enchantress
For you had enchanted him as if with a magic spell
He had brought happiness
Into your living Hell
Your heart aches
For you miss him
But things change
And people move on and people die
And that you can’t change
Like the moving world
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThis is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
