Lonely, I feel some times
I am like a mime
Invisible to everyone
I don't get it, no one tells me the reason

Oh broken wings
How far we have fallen
with that toxic dart
Cupid smite
us a mighty blow
placing my heart on snow
she smiled for a while
floating on air
naked and bare, barely there
oh broken heart
how far have we fallen
Ginger and Fred,
Freddie a stare
Cupid's dare,
feathered a crow
Icarus moaned
broken arrow
popsicle toes.

The black fabric clings  
to my dampened skin  
in this oppressive heat,
while the sun beats down,
indifferent to my grief,  
making my loss heavier to bear.

I wear this darkness  
on the outside now,  
while the emptiness of loss  
ironically thrives within.  
How strange it is that colours speak  
what words I dare not say.

Black is not just a colour,  
but the weight of something lost,  
the saddest shade, absent of light,  
offering no relief in return, 
as I long for cooling breezes
that I cannot feel.

In this attire of sorrow,  
I walk through sunny days  
as a contradiction,  
I am a gloomy shade  
amidst summer's lively scenes,  
wearing my grief on my sleeve.

©️Lizzie Bevis