When you looked my way
I told you to stay away
Did I see you standing there - eyes wide like the
Inside of a spiraling galaxy,
Spinning out of control into a galactic dance;
Totality at its most impressive in the expanse,
Reaching out through the falling stars to
Appease my better nature with your smile.
Can't you see that I am not the
Tantalizing prize you think you desire? Within my
Iris is the end of all things, an infinite darkness that swallows all light
Only spared by brief novel novas in the twilight.
No, let this moment be a simple diversion in time and then be on your way.
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Amanda Starks
Lover of the dark, fantastical, and heart-wrenching. Fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Subscribe to my free newsletter at www.amandastarks.com for updates!
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Comments (5)
Beautiful story
"Within my / Iris is the end of all things, an infinite darkness that swallows all light." Wow! This poem is so, so good!
Outstanding! I loved this more realistic but equally poetic spin on a common romance trope. Beautifully original and well done.
So romantic :)
Oh my GOSH Amanda! I love this! It is so beautiful!