Sand between my toes, the cold brush of the salty water against my legs and nothing but the night sky above my head. I could stare up at the stars forever, I didn't mind the neck pain. Glancing at each and every star it was like I was searching for something written on them. Like I would find myself within one. Like one of them would tell me what to be. Who to be. But as the wind blew against my skin I snapped out of that daze and stared off into the empty sea, behind me an empty beach, and within me an empty shell. No heart, no soul. Not even the stars could help me now.
YOU ARE READING
All the love poems you don't deserve
PoetryAll the poems I should've read to you while you were still in love with me. Would it have even made a difference though?
