as a kid
i was in love with the stars
and i still am
always drawn to the intangible
like everything evaporates
when i see it clear
/
don't hold my hand
i don't want you
to end up a distant,
dusting dream
/
we only come
to feel the void in our veins
after we let their opposite in
i know you know
/
don't look me in the eyes
i know what yours harbor
i'd rather have it
never be.
it hurts more to remember
to remember
to remember a heart that could have been.
/
let me spend the night with my faithful demons
let me know solace
in those voices
they won't walk away.
/
i know if they did
i'd miss them.
i know i'd feel that room
that room they left
that room you'll come to fill back up
and that room will start it
all over again.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020