Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Isabel 2m
He once held her light in his grasp,
guided her in the darkness.
He was once her light and she his––
darkness flowing like blood in a bloodstream

As he leaves, the flame disappears:
no candle or bulb in sight.
Not made to withstand such darkness,
she blames herself for the loss.

As the car door shut, so did her heart.
Leaving a life that once was bright.
Now living in an abyss of guilt.
Her light across the globe.

Alone for so long.
No flame in sight,
only found in her heart.
Something within her changes.


Like a flame glowed differently,
she became her own light.
A spark within herself.
Her light shines almost as bright.
A poem about me being separated from my younger brother and having to figure out who I was without him by my side. You can interpret it however you want though!
Isabel 5m
I can love you from afar 
if it means you can be happy
i can live with my scar
if it means you can be happy

I can live with my infatuation
if it means you can be happy 
i can live without your affection 
if it means you are happy
 
i can live without your touch
if it means you can be happy
i can live with my grudge 
if it means you can be happy 

I can move on without you 
if it means I can be happy

— The End —