Sunday, November 22, 2015

Around the Sun



I want to kill the thing inside me that still longs for you, I destroyed myself so no one else could, I can't seem to find the courage to un-love you and set my chest free.
I looked back on my lost loves and found out I am in a better place than I was, but then there is you, looking at me from a distance like a lost hurt soul.
I starve myself of affection because the hunger is less painful than the rejection, shatter me, and take me as I am and then just destroy me.
I was going to write you letters I won't let you read for each day you've let go, but instead I have written a poem for each day you don't show.
You were the help I thought I never needed.
You shattered me into million pieces and arranged me into a constellation, then hung me up in your galaxy as your new collection.
Words are imperfect, they don't speak to you with the language I want, you asked me for the truth and I could not put together the words through fear of the response you will give.
Pictures don't draw themselves, and neither do you, and all the beauty of yours ends up on a dusty shelf where no one bothers to perceive.
The taste of cigarettes on my lips can never replace the feeling of you, and no matter how high I try to get I will always find myself here in this lonely spot,
I like to think that I am okay,
But somewhere in my soul where the bones and ashes are scattered across what I assumed to be my heart; I know I am far from okay.
Did you give up or did you let go?
I did not want to fix you,
I wanted to hold your hand as we go through that war together.
We were magnets attracted from a distance,
A distance destined to non-existence.
There is no ceiling,
the sky is all above.
Continue to trouble me,
And I will accept all of you.
But she was beautiful like the summer rain and the winter sun,
I found myself quoting your favourite lyrics when I did not know what to say.
I saw a shooting star last night but I did not wish for you,
Reality is different than what we imagined,
It is dark and mysterious.
They say you write about what you are afraid of,
But sometimes love is never built to last,
And I was a serpent in the waters of chaos.

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