i write about you

not because i want to–

in the shadows that dissolved me,

dark was the day i fell for you.

i learned to catch stars, burning rocks

flaming between my bleeding hands,

letting the light slip away, i know that

holding them can not teach me how

to separate

smiles from knives.

so if you take stars from my hands,

peel off a layer of broken skin,

where the flames scorch in my palm

down to the core of my body.

the knife cuts on my bones?

that’s from when you smiled at me.

in the depths of starlight i catch

between the flesh of my fingertips

where the skin never grew back

and the blood-stained keyboard,

you’ll find that

i write about you,

because im not allowed to say

those words i write out loud.

catching stars, i fell

for an entire universe.

i write about your eyes and your smile–

because that’s all i could do.

- deathetix

when there's not much else to do

but dwell on problems and strife

it might be nothing new

just like everyone else's life

complain about the problems

shatter at a touch

the pixels make the demons

but too much is never enough

not long enough to remember

not short enough to hope

just far enough to be tender

sometimes it's the only way to cope

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hello yes i'm 18 and i write emotional poetry thank you goodnight