Because I am just a moon
And among you,
Are many stars
Shinning far brighter than I ever could
In the midst of the brightest one
And stay away
Until she leaves again
Then I creep up with Rest…
She even shines her light on me.
What I did I do to deserve such grace,
Because all I bring is darkness
But yet she still awaits..
I do nothing
But wade across the sky
And very frequently
I collide with her-
Once in a life time for some.
I am darkness
And in that very darkness,
A resting place.
A hiding place.
A place of hope.
A place for peace.
May 8, 2018 May 7, 2018
♡ Affair, Diary Entry, Emotion, Life, Loneliness, Lust, Poem, Quick Poem, Reality, Relationships, The Other Woman
It knows no bounds
I am unable to
shake hands or give hugs to those I’d love to hold.
I then create
beauty in spaces which I no longer allow them to occupy,
Because my art does not derive from
but rather the hollows they leave behind…
Today I had no desire to see the sun rise or set,
Oxygen was nothing short of an enemy.
Life seemingly unfamiliar
Drowning in regret
Floating in what could of been
Drowning in your scent…
My silence benefits no one but my hungry insecurities which fail to rest from roaring whispers of self doubt and “girl! I told you so”.
Stop using me as a gateway of passing time Idled between ruined fantasies and happily ever afters.
-The Other Woman
You’re the real meaning of staying but leaving.
A cross between a hurricane and tremor infused in water.
But you’re not a disaster,
And you don’t cause one,
But somehow those around your feel the aftermath of your presence,
And It’s not as pretty as you look.
You wonder why people who love you, never want you to stay.
You wonder why they say you keep pushing them away.
There’s just something about you that doesn’t scream “safe”.