Gone (poem)

Gone

My star left me hanging on the strings of my hair,

For I gave her all my light but she didn't care.

Couldn't she have mercy on my soul?

She couldn't,

She shattered me even more.

My star is gone,

Left me trapped in a never ending cycle of love and hate.

My star is gone,

Roaming the sky, taken by the hands of fate.

White nails digging into my skin,

Searching for my missing limb,

The love I preserved while I wait.

Am I allowed to wait?

Am I allowed to look for her through the pain?

Or would she be swayed away by the rain?

The rain that filled my ground,

Suffocated me till I drowned.

Would it hurt less if there was no other?

Or would it hurt even more,

Knowing that she just didn't bother?

She didn't bother looking at my core,

A core shining only for her.

Because if there was nobody around anymore,

I would only look for her.

I would look for her through the night sky,

Till the day I die.