he loved me like the moon.
sometimes it was full,
almost milky
and it spilled light
all over my skies.
other nights i could not find him
and i wondered if he was in there
behind the storm in his eyes.
he’d dig his nails into my skin
hold my lips between his teeth
grasp my throat tightly
like he forgot i was there.
he loved me like the moon,
only until the sun broke the dawn
when he would roll over
and forget the words he whispered in my ear
when the sky was black
and the stars burned.
i do not know if he loved me at all.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (2)
I love how this one contrasted with your other one about the sun. They both tell such heartbreaking stories.
That was so heartbreaking. Loved your poem!