You are a morning star
I am a speck
I indulge in your radiance of beauty
But i can never have it
I am a blade of grass
You are a rose
There are thorns that have damaged the hands of those trying to pluck you
You are breaking me
But they are all a part of you
And you are glorious
I am a black hole
I reel in everything around
only to be suffocated by the reality that
it isn't you that i am holding
I choke everything in my grasp
You are a constellation all your own
Light-years away from me
My beckons for you are encaged by space
I am a second in your lifetime.
I am chipped pain on a wall
I detach from society
I fall to the ground of defeat
I gave up on clinging to the other parts of me
When i hit the ground
People notice
But they don't even bat an eye as they put a fresh coat of paint
They replace me so easily.
The sun bleaches the tint from me
You gave me my color.
I lost it.
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
