I am so weary, expired almost.
Shards of me splintering off onto the ground around me. I've been waiting for my feeling to drown me. Again.
And it feels like the foundation of my heart leaves remnants of it's cold flesh as if to say 'I am non-existent'. This moment is pain and it leaves a stain ever lasting on my sleeve where I wiped my closed eyes.
I knew in the first moment this was inevitable, and you as the farthest star above me, were unreachable. I couldn't help but to extend my whole being to reach you. I know your mind is happy being the farthest star. I know you didn't mean your damage.
My pain shouldn't weigh your thoughts to ground, honey im just trying to cope. You should keep moving.
This is just a goodbye to the thought of having something great. You were great.
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My Deepest Poetry
PoetryThis will be my book of poetry, some is trash and some isn't. You can decide what you like.
