.

I punched the sun
and burnt my hands,
they blistered ‘fore my eyes

Because I want
just cloudy days
to fill my sorrowed skies

I used to like
the daylight hours
before she went away

Now I just can’t
accept the sun,
I want a cloudy day

And evening
doesn't help at all,
if it is coming near

Because I know
there’ll be a moon
upon the heavens clear

So I’ll keep punching
at the sun
with burns upon my skin

Until I can’t
fight anymore
or clouds return again

The sight of you brought my words
Your lips brought my lines
Your eyes brought my poems
Your voice was my inspiration
Your presence was my muse
But then you abandoned me
Leaving me with a notebook, a pen and my own thoughts

I lay down begging sleep to come
But as usual my emotions came first
Thoughts of what we used to be, of you, of love, of everything hit me
It hit me hard until I was left with nothing but my ragged breaths to lul me to sleep

You were perfect
With your perfect porcelain body
Your perfect glass eyes
Your perfect authentic brown hair
But perfect just isn't for me
I prefer imperfect so we can perfect eachother together