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You reached out
Into the night sky
Intending to hold
Starlight in your hands
But intentions don't
Always go as planned
You crushed those stars
With your bruised hands
A note for my former self. Hopefully now I'll manage to hold those stars instead of crushing them.
Its quiet
No one is talking
No one is even breathing loudly

I can hear my thoughts
And for the first time
I'm more than willing
To invite them in
Sitting here in the dense moonlight
I can finally admit to myself that
I never truely loved you

But for sometime i needed you
Someone who knew my pain all to well,

You

A boy who had a fragile heart
And a bruised soul

Thank you
For loving me the way i needed
As your friend.
This is most likely the last poem I'll write about you my dear friend.
Am i ready for this?
This escape from the life i live?
Am i ready to be all on my own,
In a world i know will hate me?
I guess my answer is
Maybe
this feeling is one that I find hard to explain because \
I tend to feel nothing for you when I'm with him\
But once I'm alone I think of you and my heart starts to ache\
I want nothing more than to stop having feelings for someone\
I know will never again love me back\
Sharp thorns,
A small trickle of blood on
Delicate rose petals,
A thunderstorm to
Take away the memory
Of your lips
From two nights ago,
Your hand in mine
Let's run away
Before it all ends
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