on the bright side
my fear of the dark has been cured
maybe the monsters aren't so bad after all
i wouldnt mind a trip away from this place
from this body
from this mind
i'd listen to any monster that could help
maybe even pay for one
maybe they know how to wash mascara stains off of pillows
or how to breath when your lungs collapse
and your heart stops dead in your chest
and you forget how to be alive
without
him.
maybe they'll teach you how to walk again
how to talk again
how to dry your eyes and act like
you're on top again
how to function
without the warm embrace
your cold bones crave and crave and crave
were you this cold before?
maybe they'll help you remember that too
my room is haunted with pieces of him
remnants of gold
glittering and glaring in the dark excess
the monsters
don't scare me as much as the shine
old times
memories
my feelings are dust collecting on a photo
to forget
or not to forget
how to make a line in the sand when you
don't know how to stand behind it
without sinking
(please don't make me stand alone)
or tell me how i'm supposed to grieve the loss
of someone still walking this earth
of someone
who did
what you never
(not ever) (not once)
thought they could would should
i beg the monsters for help tonight
i promise to listen tonight
the darkness echoes back
cold
and
empty
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of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poetryhave 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.
