Ysolla

A Boy With Roses

No words can describe the loss I feel knowing I'll never see you again. I look around this room, cluttered and overflowing with dust charms and all my hopeless dreams, not knowing what to do or say. I carry the weight of this burden in silence, and when I look at you I crumble. Crushed in the hands of fate. I can't escape from the tight grip. You have made me this way. Thistle and milk. In love with the moon, mourning the witch and pretending I'm okay. All of the colours have gone and the pain is insurmountable. I don't know how I can carry on living like this. I can't remember the last time I told you I love you, but deep down I do. I have always loved you. I think about you when I'm at my lowest, wondering where you are. I put on music and drink and try to forget but everything you left behind is quiet. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2022 17:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • arqios

    Solid as the paragraph gives that concrete look the words give that concrete feel. Deeply moving write.

    • A Boy With Roses

      pretty much been minding my business but noticed I've had some notifications. To be honest I'm not so engaging on here because I'm bored by a lot of the vapid poetry. Just leaving a little internet footprint whilst I finish up my writings. Appreciate the comment, take care.

      • arqios

        Totally get what you are saying. Internet footprint is on the top of the list. Doing likewise. Cheers!



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