In the abyss, I walk with you
Deep black spreads its wings before us
I hold your hand, blind and unafraid
Though I can feel the darkness snaking its tendrils around us
Subtly leading us deeper
And deeper
Into our shared
Lovely
Doom
It's strange
They say love
Makes colors brighter and flowers bloom
But when I was with you
I saw only the stark white of our entwined fingers, blinding against the black of Everything
I miss it
I see the colors now
I see green and I think of your eyes
I know they were green
But it's not a memory of my own
In the darkness
Your eyes were nothing
For that time
They didn't exist
We were ghosts
Thin and fragile and stupidly yearning
for meaning
For fate
For something, anything at all, to tell us we were meant to be
I know better now
I think I do
But even knowing that something doesn't make you better
Doesn't make you stop wanting it
Needing it
And it doesn't make the darkness
Any darker
YOU ARE READING
dogwood drought
Poetrycollection of my "poetry" might not be the most accurate description but I dont really know what else to call this mess. enjoy
