It took 387
days of the
absence of
your warmth
to strike me
that there was
never an 'us'.
There was only
ever a you
and a me,
two separate
bodies,
souls,
minds,
hearts
whom we
somehow convinced
were meant to mold
together.
But you,
you never
completed me,
something I wish
I knew
before;
I am not dirt
without you,
I will always remain
a flower
despite not
having your light.
No,
without you,
I am still me,
but I will never
be the same me
as when I
was.
YOU ARE READING
Specks Of Stardust #Wattys2015
Poetry❝ And when midnight strikes and the ink spills through the page, all that you are becomes stardust. ❞ In which a girl writes about the words unspoken, the feelings unresolved, the memories unforgotten, and the boy who caused them all.
