"The moon and the stars tried their best, but I couldn't look away from you."
I hate how I'm drawn to you,
the way you smile as you point out different stars,
and yet all I want to do is move your face gently so I can look into your eyes
but you would find a way out, pretend you need to make a call
The moon and stars don't have to try to get your attention, for you had none to give to me
I could walk away right now and you wouldn't mind
But what if....what if I was hit by a car on the way?
Would the stars mean less as you start to regret your choices or would I not be your problem?
What if I am just an empty space with only thoughts swirling and shattering in my mind?
Can someone imagine their own existence?
Why should I even try when you can't even realize, I'm right beside you
What did the stars do for you?
They mean nothing because they were made for us, All of us
And yet you care more for something God gave us to enjoy together, Then the one you should
enjoy them with
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Poems I write In the Dark
PoetryPoetry I write in the darkest of times. If you went through a breakup and it tore you apart or you feel like you're always alone, you might be able to relate to this poetry. I'm an overthinker and so I end up making things a little more painful than...
