people tell me that im dumb
for searching for you
that i'll never reach you
that i don't have a clue
but i tell them that sometimes you have to fight
fight for someone that you love
even if they are perched
millions and millions of miles above
no one tells you to stop loving those who have passed
for aren't they up there too?
so don't tell me to stop loving my boy
who is miraculously hidden in the blue
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
