you were constantly
left behind
in the
past.
while i
play and skip around,
feeling the rays
hit my back
and soaking in
the warmth of the
sun,
you were
left behind.
you were
somewhere
in the past tense,
drowning in
the rain
with your
vision clouded.
i try to take
your hands
and bring you
to the present
but you refuse
to let me
touch your hands,
whispering
how they were
damned cursed.
you said
it wouldn't make
a difference
if the sun shined
in the present
for you
or not,
because there once
was a winged boy
who fell
in love
with the sun
and
drowned.
YOU ARE READING
Tears For You
Poetry❝ i wished i had said that it was okay to cry, but instead i cried tears for you. ❞
