a simple type of love. poetry

falling in the dark

falling is something beautiful—
it's light and eternal,
like the sun that shines its orange beauty
from a place up above,
where dreams comes from,
and from where stars fall.

i fell for love, a magic that tricked me.
for a hollow heart that just wouldn't match mine,
and the many beats it left unsung—
the ones that got skipped over 
like the inconsistent pattern of breaths you take
when admiring something so beautiful
that you just forget how to breathe.

left with nothing,
my heart became heavy and sunk into the thick air
between us.

its hopelessness stopped our breaths from intertwining
and from overcoming the night's stillness,
where the quietest of dreams roam,
having been hidden by the dark,
that silenced them to the whisper of a wish—
to sad and forgotten things that will never see light.