but for the moon and its phases
do not weep for the sky as its streams fill your window like tears fill your cheeks,
but weep for the stars above this great madness
because although through your rose-tinted glasses they are clusters of our magic,
in reality, they are thousands of lightyears apart
*
do not weep for me-
weep for the thoughts that you fought so what is now
you and
I could be
us
*
weep for the nights you felt lonely in the
places you felt homely even though you
really had no idea what lonely would mean
because in my saving you, you saved me.
*
do not hide from your past, embrace it.
don't pretend or try to erase it.
because sunk inside all these puddles of lonely that you
hate to love and
love to hate is that in erasing yourself,
you erase me (though I don't really know what 'me' now means).
YOU ARE READING
what makes us ethereal
Poesiea collection of poems about love, life and sadness ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ but alike the stars, what we have what we see, we have let go you see, the stars that we see right now are a reflection of reality, long ago ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘...
