It's been such an eventful week, and I had another lovely day today—I went to an art exhibition downtown with my friend, and afterwards we went out for lunch and spent some time shopping. I must say, though, that I am very glad I have nothing going on this weekend. I've had far too much human interaction in the past couple of days. I’m a poet—I need my alone time!
But I do hope you enjoy this poem, and that you too have a wonderful weekend. I'll see you on Monday! x
I’m Not Supposed to Be Your Forever
it was harder to say the words,
harder to admit that I had given up
worshipping the sky long ago because
the stars in your eyes shone too
brightly. I forgot how to look away,
or maybe you forgot how to let me.
this is how I loved you:
with everything. I can’t decide whether
you left because my stars winked out
long ago or whether I stayed behind
because on some level I knew you
needed a pair of wings, not another
weight in your chest.
my bones are made of ashes. the
taste of empty space fills my mouth.
I don’t know what’s worse:
wishing for you to come home or
hoping you’ve already escaped.