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I can’t believe that some stupid constellations stole my partner

Young wanderer, please tear your gaze from the sky

Look at me one last time, before I’m left behind

To wonder why I wasn’t enough

Why is it that the stars are your one true love?

You yearn for something always out of reach

What will it take to keep you here

Instead of searching for star formations

You are my light, my muse

The source of all my inspirations

Alas you are blinded by starlight

Summer evenings spent alone

Shooting stars taunting me

Young wanderer, please come home

I miss you dearly

I can see your stars so clearly

If only I was one of them

Creeping creatures, crowns of clover

Sleeping magic, forest’s blight

Creeping creatures stalk the night

Crowns of clover, hope in vane

The growing blight will be your bane

Whispered breath and watching eyes

Nowhere safe, nowhere to hide

I just wanted to write about werewolves (and it’s at least kinda okay, I think)

The moon’s beauty is no longer mine to see

Her face now causes only agony

When before, the silver light was soothing

If only that could last

Passing on the curse through flesh and fang

Wishing things could have stayed the same

Always caught on the line

Between monster and human

Never truly either

Wishing for the control and safety of one

Longing for the freedom of the other

Dreaming of having a companion who understands

Yet still hoping to never pass this life onward

Wax and wane

Comes the pain

Like the ocean waves

I too am driven by the moon

Celestial bodies in the sky

Hear my howl, my plea tonight

My voice warps, turned harsh and feral

As my body is shred and born anew

Under the unforgiving glow

My new form begins to grow

Ever searching

Seeking a companion who understands

I hear a lovely cacophony

Surely I’m not the only one

I add my lonely voice to theirs

So near and yet so far

And I hope

If I pretend I know what I’m doing, no one will notice, right?

I will fly into the sun

Until I must fall to the sea

Incandescent beast of failure

Like a moth drawn to crystal flame

I will run my wax wings into the ground

No one taught me how to make them real

So they fly safe and sound

While I am shedding feathers

Trying to keep up my stride

Sunlight and salt spray

Pull at my brain as I greet the sea

My best way to cope

Apparently

Is to write an overly dramatic poem

About being a burnt out gifted kid with adhd

Note to self: take your damn meds

Space is super gay and no one can convince me otherwise

Reflecting your light back to you

So you might see your own radiance

I am duller without you

Our eternal celestial dance

You are a star

A flaming ball of passion

I am caught in your orbit

Not asking for any attention

Maybe one day I’ll be enough

To shine in my own

But for now I’ll take the light you give me

And mimic your glow

I’m just a moon next to a goddess

Something something water coloured eyes… Is this anything?

Your slate blue eyes

I feel like I’m drowning in shallow water

A simple solution

Get up and walk away

I can’t

Every time I try

I slip back down again

Scraping my knees on harsh wet pavement

Ice on the walkway

An easily missed danger

Shallow water

I miss the days when I thought you were kind

But now I know it’s your fault

Not mine

You hid my rain-boots

Drowning in a puddle

Easily avoided

And yet I didn’t

I should have known your shallow gaze was a warning

The eyes are the window to the soul after all

I’m on the ground, you’re smiling as I choke on wet stone

More people should know the language of flowers, it’s just really cool

You smell of rotting meadowsweet

Flowers withered and shedding

All of your sweetness has long since faded

All that’s left are dry stems and sharp leaves

Tangled in the the brambles you called home

When did plants become so jaded?

Botanical gardens have been ruined for me

All I can smell is decay

All I can see are the broken stalks and fallen leaves

Every plant reminds me of you

Each in a different way

Lavender from our late nights

Crocus when we kissed

I gave you forget-me-not

In return, you left me with foxglove and love-lies-bleeding

You are a daffodil

Sweet and terrible all at once

I must weed the garden and hope your seeds no longer take root

Hey, getting hurt sucks actually, who would’ve thought?

Paper slicing ribbons from my hand

Blood flowing freely from my veins

I wrote a poem on the piece that cut me

Hoping to hide the stains

Like covering a carcass in flowers

Trying to hide the smell

Holding my hand close to my chest

Weeping over bruises like they’re stab wounds

Sore where I gnawed a hole in my flesh

Howling like an injured animal

Tears spill salt into the cracks

First aid was never my forte

It’s late so obviously it’s time to have some Big Feelings

Sometimes I am too loud

And I put my foot in my mouth

I say something stupid

Play it off as a joke, it’s okay

But there is one thing that I have always had trouble saying

I’m not sure when I last said “I love you”

I think it, easily, and I feel it

But I can never form the words in a way that others can know

I’m sure I could write it if I tried

But it never feels right

I think the last time I said it

Was as a closing statement to a phone call

But I don’t think it counts

It’s too quick, too perfunctory

Half the time it isn’t even heard

Said too late to matter

I don’t know why I have such trouble with it

I want to but I can’t

So I don’t

And it’s upsetting, to me alone, sure

But I have enough frustration

To make up for for their lack

There are plenty of ways to show love

To make it known

So I employ those instead

Actions often speak louder than words

But even still

Words can be plenty loud on their own

I call myself a poet

Someone who can paint with metaphors

Weave rhymes to make a tapestry of syllables

And yet three little words allude me

Stuck on the tip of my tongue

The edge of my pen

I’ll blame it on the autism