you were everywhere - blue skies, pretty clouds, floating stars. yet somehow, I could never find you home (you forgot me like old letters stuffed in your drawers)
He threw away his coloured pencils and ripped his drawings into pieces, burying the dreamer in him into the deepest part of his heart where the stars couldn’t shine.
The moon missed his stories, and soon his heart forgot how to beat, weary from the emptiness that caged around his bones.
red lips and powdered cheeks. an elegant jade dress flowing like a stream to gently caress the floor. painted with the sun and smiles, she entered the room to find him dancing with another girl
he tucked their memories in between book pages, in bottles cast out to oceans, in nightstand drawers and kitchen cabinets, music boxes and trash cans, and corners of the universe, trying to wipe his heart clean of her
her hands were messy with hundreds of paints and shades by trying so desperately to colour herself into something she wasn't - by trying so desperately to hide every single piece of her that was ugly and dark and gray
like a black hole, your gravity is suffocating and i can’t escape your grip - you rip out the suns in my heart and the stars that make up my constellation (yet you still remain so empty)
Wow, your poem today is so heartwrenching! The images are immensely visceral, and I enjoy the galactic aspects too. I really love the line: "you rip out the suns in my heart" <- unique heart imagery which is sometimes hard to find.
@Lavvie Wow, thank you so much! I really appreciate that I’ve read your poems too and they are all so beautiful and intricate. I really enjoy reading them <3
one by one, he put back the stars in her constellation together and as he watched the dark light up with her beauty he had his closure (and let her go)
you kissed me goodnight and told me you'd see me in the morning - as i was walking away i couldn't help but let the tears fall because i knew i wasn't coming back - that would be the last time you'd ever see my face
Loving the celestial / dark vs light imagery! I especially am a huge fan of April 16th - I just love a good love/heart-break poem, and it's imagery and metaphor are succinct and striking. Keep up the great work! You may have hopped in late, but you're getting in a lot of nice poetry!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
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