You’ll get through this

[get-well-soon-babe]

He’s in the same room, but it feels like we’re miles apart.

How am I supposed to mend this broken heart?

For him, it seems we’re all set and done,

But for me, he’s still my morning sun.

I think of him with everything that I do.

There must be a possibility we aren’t through.

But the reality is that love is a dangerous game,

That makes you believe failure is your blame.

Every bad thing you’ve done comes flooding in,

Making you want to take a blade to your skin.

Cut deeper and deeper hoping you don’t feel numb.

You panic and cry because you still feel like scum.

Deserted, abandoned, isolated, alone.

Emptiness fills you right to the bone.

Dead is the once happy dove,

For that is the curse of lost love.

[get-well-soon-babe]

When I walk outside on a sunny day,

Clouds engulf the sky, and the blue fades away.

I find myself walking down this narrow path,

Passing all these people who smile and laugh.

I feel one drop, two drops, three drops more.

I look back at that once comfortable door.

My crimson heart now turned black,

My thoughts tell me to never turn back.

Down the path I continue forward,

Not knowing what I’m going toward.

As the rain begins to fall faster,

I look up hoping for an answer.

Life will lead me to many different doors,

But I assume that when it rains, it pours.

[get-well-soon-babe]

Her heart is the sun and her soul is the unending void.

Her thoughts are every star in between.

She is beautiful in a way you may only understand when figured into constellations.

She is a mess of universes so far beyond this one.

Her worn out smile is a million light years between you and the her that she keeps hidden.

She is a celestial being dressed in solar showers,

An unstoppable force orbiting all that she hopes to be.

She never ceases to amaze those around her.

She is the moon,

Desperately trying to brighten her loved ones.

On bad days she is an exploding star.

On good days she is the birth of a galaxy.

She is 1 part beauty and 2 parts left behind.

She is lonely,

Out of reach,

Only to be observed.