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Blue moon
You used to be silver last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue

My broken hearted moon
You were so bright last June
You changed your color
And I wondered
If your lover left you

Why are you shining so blue
I think I already knew
Why you're so blue

Moon

I just want you to know
I feel it too
I forget the feeling of life rushing past me,
ruffled hair and stinging cheeks-
I forget the wonder of standing bare-***** in the face of overwhelming possibility,
relishing the shivers slipping down my spine,
laughing wickedly in the face of a glaring happiness,
the reflection of your essence crystallized in your eyes-
I forget the warmth of a summer wind marrying the sinking sky,
of open hands spilling the secrets of Earth, me by your side.

But I forgot to say I loved you
And you forgot to stay
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
 Jul 2019 Saskia Campbell
Theia
every ball
i've tossed in the air
is on its way
back down
 Jul 2019 Saskia Campbell
Theia
while it's true
you inspired
my open eyes

from here
my pursuit of freedom
has to be
just for me
 Jul 2019 Saskia Campbell
Iz
Games
 Jul 2019 Saskia Campbell
Iz
She asks if I want to play a game
So i give her my blade
Since it's the only game i know
Sinking my sorrow in stinging skin
See how far i can cut without
Stars striking me out of reality
 Jul 2019 Saskia Campbell
Iz
I want to write a poem for the lies I did not tell.
I want to write a poem for the tears I did not cry.
I want to write a poem for my unharmed body, the mistakes that I did not punish myself for making, the food I didn't have to earn before eating, the love I didn't force myself to accept, the pain I let myself feel, the burden I did not let myself become.

I wish I could write a poem about the good things I could be without adding the unnecessary.
 Jul 2019 Saskia Campbell
tobi
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
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