Tired Is Not Even Enough To Describe The Way I Feel Now. There's Emptiness, Vastness Of It Inside Me.

in the softness of your voice, telling me that everything is going to be okay.

I belived, in the way your eyes sparkled when I smiled and hugged back.

I believed, that day on our porch, in the love that we shared.

And after so many more such beliefs, here I stand beside your grave. Not knowing what to do or where to go.

I believed you when you said we had an eternity.

We didn't.

You lied.

And I believed.

I believed

Stop running and turn around.

I am still here, standing in the dark.

With outstretched hands waiting to hold you.

Come to me and please stay this time.

We found each other after a million sad stories.

Each one more heartbreaking than the last.

So come back and I promise I'll hold you.

Sleepless nights have been my friends for a while now.

But with you by my side, the world comes alive.

My heart is stronger this time.

Let me take away your pain and mourn for your loss.

Close your eyes and walk back to me.

For so long your were lost among the starless skies.

But now even the darkness is tired of keeping us apart.

I've littered stars to guide you back home.

Follow the fading lights and by dawn you'll be safe in my arms.

It's time for our forever, my love.

My art is rough around the edges.

Like me, like the way I sometimes feel.

It has its seasons and its draughts.

Somedays, it flows easily.

Too easily.

And those days scare me a little.

Somedays I have to ground myself in it,

be cautious and aware of each stroke.

Those days are the most peaceful.

But yet somedays feel like a forever,

between me and my palette.

I may not be an artist yet.

But there's art in me.

And I see it all around me.

It does not matter,

thhat I can't put a label on the way the brush feels in my hands.

Artist or not, I have a home in colors.

A place to lose myself, and sometimes to discover myself.

Infinte possibilities at the end of my brush,

sprawled like lightning strikes on my dirty desk.

The only thing I know are the songs in my head,

when I close my eyes and think of the next color.

It becomes a little easier to breathe,

when I am surrounded by the smell of paints.

Forever grounded to the carefree version of me,

with the added weight of a tube of color.

Everything falls into place,

the world stays still in a haze.

Everytime I hold a brush and paint,

somewhere in me is born a little girl.

Again.

It seems like my heart only understands what you speak, even if you speak with an absence of words.

~

m.l.w

Yesterday night the moon whispered in my ears, That I am in love with you, dear.

You have the blush of roses on your checks, Your eyes are ocean-like deep,

Your body is like a beautifully crafted diamond, Your hair is like the river flowing longest,

Your heart is like the sweetest apple, Your soul sounds like a Christmas carol.

Your feet are soft like tulip petals, Your hands are like cotton sepals.

Your voice sings the melodious songs. You are shining in the dark, so strong.

Let me love you, aphrodite, forever and long.

@scribblersobia

Stars have aligned.

And so have hearts.

Now when the sun sets in the horizon,

up comes the night.

Wild and beautiful,

with a mad sense of time.

As the world sleeps on,

souls meet at last.

Finally they've found eachother.

After eons of being nomads.

Stars have aligned.

And so have worlds.

Now when the moon shines in the sky,

down goes the light.

Sparkling and raging,

with a fierce sense of longing.

As the world stops to spin,

they hold hands at last.

© Moonyloonywitch

07/09/2021

The ghost of your skin is still warm on my palms. Your scent lingering in the spaces between my fingers. My eyes are still on the last place that held your shadow. You've disappeared through the door that's still open. I can't bring myself to shut it, for fear that I might lose you forever then.

The moment stretches on and I can't feel anything except for this dull thumping of my heart.

It was a mistake to hold you so close and kiss you with love. And it was an even bigger mistake to hope that you kiss back. Mistakes that cut off our red strings of fate. And now, like autumn leaves in the cool breeze, our souls are drifting apart, blown away from the other to lands far from this place.

Calling this heartbreak would be cruel. This feels like death.

As I feel the colours in me drain away along with the warmth inside, I know you've killed me with your absence. Or perhaps your presence all along...

I know you will never return.

You won't ever come back.

I won't see you ever again.

And I won't see this me ever again too.

The sky is still sleeping outside. And soon the love in me will go to sleep as well.

They say empty vessels make the most sound. But the screams of my soul only come out as whispers against the silence of this dawn.

I've lost you and I've lost myself.

As the sky turns to a mixture of greyish pink, I stand at the same spot you left me. Wondering why everyone says love is beautiful, when it has been a painful poison all along.

Love is never enough,

and promises are empty words in the end.

Why did we let go of each other?

Maybe we should've held hands tighter,

and run away far into the universe.

But now it's too late.

You've found another.

Life is too short to cry over past lovers.

But I hope I find you again.

Somewhere along the border of the galaxy.

It hurts to see you like this.

All broken and drowning.

Souless eyes staring into oblivion.

I know you've been heartbroken.

And I know you feel like dying.

But I hope you know that I care.

I care so much that your pain is starting to feel like my own.

And I am scared that I'll end up like you too.

But while I am beside you in your sad story,

I don't think you'll be there for me in mine.

I don't know what to do now.

Maybe just for a while till you heal,

I'll hold your hand and pretend I don't love you.

Denial has never been my thing.

But now I need it to live.

So here I am denying the love I feel for you,

so that I can share the pain you are in because of him.

Love has many definitions,

and for me it is being with you while you love another.

© Moonyloonywitch

06/08/2021

You watch the light leave their eyes. You watch their heart crumble into crimson colored dust. But that's all that you can do. Watch from afar while another bleeds for your warmth.

And then you realise how very cruel fate can be sometimes.

Because there is nothing you wouldn't do to hold them in your hands, there's nothing you'd want more than wiping their tears away. And you'd take away their pain in a heartbeat and replace it with all things beautiful in your life. If only you could.

Sometimes you can love someone so much but not in a way that matters to them. And not in a way that makes sense to you. But still there's love and pain and longing. But it's all wrong and right at the same time.

Sometimes it's painful to love someone. And sometimes it's painful to be loved. And you don't really have a choice with either of them.

So you watch them leave, with a broken heart, and you're left there with an ache in you that'll never really go away.

And in the silence of the night you whisper to no one in particular.

"In another lifetime perhaps...."