this is the story of a girl
who was too young
to know the value of what she held
it had always been hers
and
foolishly, hopelessly,
she thought it always would
empty-handed,
glassy-eyed
her statue stands now
she was unaware
her hands had stained it,
her heart had tainted it
and not the other way around
bloods metallic kiss
is pressed against her lips and palms
(wounds from words unspoken)
eyes blinded as she finally faces the light
the truth is sharper than the knife at her tongue
named punishment for the sorrow she sowed
she longs for the warmth
the sun that wrapped around her
enveloped her and made her forget
her heart was one of stone
alone again with the moon
she lies beneath the stars
regretting, hoping, wishing
on each that passes by
she promises that if the sun rises again
she'll let her heart beat for it this time
she'll rinse her hands of ichor
and watch as it rinses her in gold once more
YOU ARE READING
of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poesíahave you ever been heartbroken? depressed? stuck in your head? me too. here's some of what goes in my mind. take a look, maybe you can relate. a collection of poems from the past couple years. this is just my own way of journaling.
