the cigarettes on the counter weren't to hide the pain
they were there to fog up your memories.
but nothing heals the past,
like time.
said you're leaving,
when the morning comes.
you're ready for all the pain to vanish.
but I said to stay awake.
just keep on holding on.
all of your memories are packed into boxes.
you're ready for all your feelings to perish.
I still feel your hands on my eyes,
begging me to stop crying. but I let the tears fall as you pack up, and walk out the door.
my hand starts to fall as I realize you're not here.
it's like the daylight never comes,
I've been holding on to the hope you'll come back,
I hope I'll never lose our memories you packed away in those boxes.
I've been told to forget,
but these cigarettes keep you from leaving me.
-b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
