Feb 2021
Tell me, darling, do you know what it feels like to see all of the stars fall from the sky?
Because that is what it feels like, watching the
light leave your eyes as the sadness in
your bones floats up from somewhere deep inside of you.
I tell you that you can tell me anything, not for the satisfaction of my own curiosity, but for the sake of your own sanity.
My love, do not bottle up your stardust,
but tell me of your troubles and together
we can fashion galaxies
with what it means to
love and to be loved, not what it means
to wallow alone in despair.
Because that is what it feels like, watching the
light leave your eyes as the sadness in
your bones floats up from somewhere deep inside of you.
I tell you that you can tell me anything, not for the satisfaction of my own curiosity, but for the sake of your own sanity.
My love, do not bottle up your stardust,
but tell me of your troubles and together
we can fashion galaxies
with what it means to
love and to be loved, not what it means
to wallow alone in despair.
This poem was written in 2017.
I'm not sure why it's formatted this way but it won't let me fix it neither in MS Word nor in the HePo text field, so you'll just have to imagine how the poem is supposed to look! :)
I'm not sure why it's formatted this way but it won't let me fix it neither in MS Word nor in the HePo text field, so you'll just have to imagine how the poem is supposed to look! :)
