I hold these words back,
embittered by the loneliness that I face.
Fires of desire extinguished.
A heart broken,
shattered at the middle.
A stake was drove directly into it.
Passions forever dying out as some stars to.
Mere victims..
Victims of Stars?
I'd wished to meet you,
perhaps.. be yours?
However, the truth-
was hard enough to face on my own.
Alas, charge me for my love crimes.
I had loved you, more than anything.
Despite all reason,
despite time.
Have you reached the verdict?
YOU ARE READING
I don't understand
PoetryLately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?
