I Was Getting To The Shore. Then You Came Back And Tried To Drown Me. Again.

i know,

that you didnt wanna try,

that you were tired,

that you were dying.

tell me sweetheart,

what is it that keeps you alive ?

is it

l o v e

or

r e g r e t ?

It's time.

It's time to end it all.

And i am gonna survive it all.

She was just like the moon: lonely and untouchable, yet romantic and shrouded in mystery.

Well,

life was supposed to be

butterflies and flowers..

The Sun & the Moon

By: Bazeleyez

23/06/2024

You rise with the sun

Shimmering brightly for all to see

No one can escape your glimmering rays of light

Illuminating the skies with warmth

I rise with the moon

I glow quietly in the dark

Waiting patiently in the wings of the night

Standing by casting nothing but a shadow

And next to me you became an eclipsed sun

The darkness that cloaks my night was unknown by you

You who has only ever known the light

And because you are perfectly complete

You had everything to lose

Even so, I am battered, broken, and bruised

I had nothing left to lose, but you

Because I cannot shine without my muse

And you won't know how to carry on

When the light fades away and the clouds roll in

You'll cower away in the inky black sky

As the truths you evaded stare back at you

But for me this darkness is all I've ever known

I never had the pleasure of running from my unrest

There is no one who will hold me in their arms

All that surrounds me is a blanket filled with distant stars

All I ever wanted was you

But you who used to gleam so bright

Left me to hang in the night sky

And I no longer want to be casting shadows

From the sunlight you emit

So I will cross the line, I will defy gravity

I will search all of heaven and Earth

In hopes to find the solace I could not find in you

poetry doesn't have to be full of metaphors, or comparisons to flowers, and diamonds, and one of kind things, it could be anything, something as simple as declaration in pure words, is equally beautiful, with no mazes, no puzzles, sure, imagination puts minds at work, but there is something raw and beautiful about simplification, and honesty.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

torn apart.

forever you say,

but not till the end, right ?

“Sometimes when you’re in a dark place you think you’ve been buried, but actually you’ve been planted.”

— Christine Caine