You gave me fireflies.
You had me breathing dreams,
like air.
I wanted the wanting.
I dared to hope.
Of all the lies I've ever lived,
my favorite was You and I.
Everything I ever let go
Has claw marks on it.
Because all I ever loved
I loved alone.
And these are the days
That must happen to me.
I deserved a better goodbye.
Though silence is an answer all on its own.
But if love can fade so can pain.
Sad birds still sing.
The moon is still the moon
in all of its phases.
And some flowers bloom only at night when everyone is asleep.
Each step forward sets you free.
And time will reveal
Who's loss it truly was.
04/11/2020
My thanks to: gisselle gullianna, faraway, autumn, isra al-thibeh, butterflies rising, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Edgar Allen Poe, David Foster Wallace, Walt Whitman, Mia, David Jones, and Perry poetry.
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