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A/N: This poem gets a bit intense. I'm just warning you. Still, it's one of my best works. Hope you like it!


You never said anything.

You didn't need to.

If we had been the sun and moon,

I would have stayed amongst the cotton clouds until you joined me.


You held me once,

In starry eyes.


I could not see you,

The full you,

The real shade of your lips,

The diamonds in your eyes,

But I could feel you.


I could feel the fireflies that danced in your sunset eyes, reflecting the heat of the summer wind.


I could feel the soft flesh of your palm when you stood beside me, your passionate gaze like fire against the raging crowd.


I could feel the stars of your midnight skin as you held me, telling me that there was nothing wrong with what we were.


How could love be wrong?


I could feel your fingers running through my copper curls, your voice like melted silver in my coarse ear.


But I couldn't feel your fear, the fear that

tore you apart, the one that

ravaged your soul and kept you

awake

in nights when I wasn't beside you.


And you never said anything.


But some shadow

Has touched you

And you will never be mine again.


You fell in love with death.


You fell in love with a never ending abyss,

Of the somewhat soothing emptiness,

Because when you can't feel anything,

You can't feel pain.


You never said anything.


Why didn't you say anything?


Why didn't you tell me,

That you were no longer mine,

That I was no longer yours,

That somehow

Death had claimed the both of us

Without so much as looking at me? Why

Couldn't you have let me love you,

To let me be

Strong enough for both of us.


You never said anything.


Why did you leave me?


You left without a word.


I remember that night.

The night without stars,

The night that was hazy with smoke,

The night that lasted an eternity.


You were there

that night,

But for the first time ever

Your body was cold to me.


I remember you that night

Your eyes

vacant

Your neck

blue.


The only thing tethering you to this reality

Was the rope collar you decided to wear

That night.


You never said anything.


But I should have hear you.


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