Writing Poems in the Dark
He is the type of person to hold all his cards close to his chest, not knowing you can read them anyway. He doesn't mark his arrival and departure with a postage stamp or airport scene like the others. Instead, he slowly fades away like morning mist, not realising you admire him like a sunrise.
Darling this is what it is to be in love with someone you are not allowed to have. Writing poems in the dark. Head in the clouds while his rests on her shoulder. Holding a pen instead of his hand.
You have locked yourself in a sinking safe and neither of you have the key. I'm sorry you won't have a good view of his smile as the water fills up your lungs, but at least the sky's tears look similar to his eyes.
He is the type of person who will keep trying to love her, even if he is not in love with her. And what is a sunrise, if not someone who arrives every morning, even if nobody stops to appreciate them?
He cannot love you, even if he is sinking too... in the familiarity and habit of her.
If you enjoyed this poem please like and subscribe and check out more like it:
About the Creator
Poppy the Poet
Facebook: Poppy Thepoet
Medium: Poppy the Poet
Patreon: Poppy the Poet
'Wasted Love' paperback available to purchase below:
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.