after you,well
Mother,
stopped talking to me.
-she thinks it's my fault
Father,left her.
-he thinks it's her fault
When really
it was your fault
but you were gone,
so did brother
a few days after your departure.
He wore a black robe,
promised he won't come back
without you.
He took a coffin rocket,
following you.
Gravity was working against him,
he ended up underground .
The universe, believed
you were under the ground,
in hell.
I, believed you
were in heaven.
Too high for me to reach
but you are there,
even when the sky is
covered by clouds.
That explains why all
my wishes suddenly came true.
You, a personal
wishing star,
i wish i could
wish you down.
after you, well
I stayed in my closet.
I don't even like closets,
they make the room look dull
and they are so old fashioned.
I missed the rainbow,
spring came knocking,
i watched her through
the shutters .
In her crown of twigs,
dress of dandelion flowers .
Her honey sweet voice,
echoed.
sunshine ray eyes
peeping through the window.
She called out
my name.
but instead i looked away.
I wore your clothes,
wore your perfume,
walked like you,
ate like you.
I changed all the
(Shes) in my poetry
to (Hes).
Just like you did.
after you,
I became you.
I kissed every boy
you couldn't kiss
because you were
too afraid of being gay.
I told them i loved them
because i thought you would
have loved them.
after you,
I did all the things
i thought you
would have loved to do.
after you,well
i forgot i wasn't you.
YOU ARE READING
honey coated nightmares
Poetryit tasted like butterflies the ice cubes floating in lemonade . I soaked the sun, making room for the moon. the stars twirled to your voice. Your velvety...
