
you didn’t break me,
i was never whole.
i was born
amidst the dawn and day,
never really grasping either.
i need glaring lights
and nights that never end
to sustain my soul
like a glittering disco ball
that never really catches the light
and a sun that never rises.
why does the party
always end?
i cling to the glitter
that clings to my skin
for a day after
or forever -
i can’t really tell.
i always knew you would leave.
you are too magical to be real;
we are too volatile to last.
but as the notes
hit my chest
and you hold me
in your arms
time hangs
s t i l l
like the disco balls
in the arena.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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