To the moon and back
Her favourite word when she was back
It was beautiful words because we were black
It was a silent promise of love never to lack
My heart is broken
Pieces I lost count
Blood is dripping
I wonder how I'm still living
Not actually living
But surviving
I loved her more than breathing itself
She was my only priority in life
But to her I didnt even qualify for an option
Despite all of my undying devotion
I wrote her beautiful poems just like her
I filled many chapters with her radiant smiles
Because I never saw her leaving me from the files
Despite all that
I wasnt even a page in her favourite book
But a monster in her diary
In the darkness I shine with tears
In the light Im crowned with fears
Even when I try the cheers
I only see the beers
I hate her
I want her
I love her
I miss her
I want to forget her
I keep asking myself
How?
Why?
When?
Will I forget
But thoughts of her I dont want to forget
Even if it brings me only to regret
Its the only thing I get
So its better to forget
YOU ARE READING
Wounds of the Moon
PoetryIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
