Sometimes people come from the same star,
But stars are meant to combust.
We thought that we were that,
But it turns out we were rust
We were the rust that pervades the iron
With oxygen and moisture,
Efforts to try to heal our steel
Only seems to make it moister.
More moist, I mean
Moist enough to house and birth moss,
Built up by feeding it our emotions
Of hatred, fear, and loss.
Eventually abandonment became the only option,
Which relieved you and left me spurned.
For a very long time
I felt idiotic and burned.
You were my world;
Part of the star that I came from,
But as we hit the earth together
We landed in the ocean and had to swim some.
You swum away from me
And I watched the waves carry you,
My eyes watered
But I couldn't tell if they were my tears,
I could've mistook it
For the ocean's own fears.
I wished and I prayed
That you would bless me again,
But if we're being honest
Maybe you were never really my friend.
Not a true friend at least,
The kind that should have support to give.
I've realized it
And lately I have other reasons to live.
After my revelations
Arose from the graves of my heart and my mind,
You reappeared again,
Resurrecting emotions of a previous kind.
We're friends again
But nothing is the same
That's just what happens
When stars combust into flames.
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Engrossed in Emotion
PoetryPoems from the soul. These are poems, old and new, that I've written over time. Some are based off heartbreak caused by family, friends, lovers, and myself. Others are about self exploration and self loss. But most are about perception, how the read...
