Light the match
To
Swallow the flame.My life is a cyclone of bad decisions and anger.
It swirls and inhales every sliver of cheer.
They say there is light at the end of the tunnel
But you were my light
And i diluted you.My swirling catastrophe slowly consumed you and now you are gone.
You were the match to light a spark inside my enclosed room.
You were all i had.
But the match burnt out and your flame dispelled from me.
I am a black hole while you are a star
You shimmer and expell your beauty in ways i would never imagine doing
I try to draw you in so i can have you by my side once more but my calls are captured by space.
My beckoning cant touch you,
And i cant either
I hope you find comfort and reassuring in my emptiness.
Because without you i am nothing.
I am your shadow at night
The whisper of the wind
The carbon dioxide of your breathI am here, but you don't want nor need me
After all, how could a vast and radiant star like you think anything at all of a tiny speck like me?
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts