A note before you read
This poem moves through a difficult emotional season and the pain of a loss. Its imagery of scars and hurt is figurative — the language of heartbreak.
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I was stuck in my darkest phase,
unaware of how the world moved on,
lost in the shadows of myself.
And then, in the stillness of that phase,
she came.
She arrived like a sparkling star,
brightening a life I never knew I could have.
She was watermelon in summer,
the kind for which I would always ignore the black seeds.
She was my brown cardigan,
the kind of comfort I could put on every day.
She was a mountain,
the kind of peace I found simply by sitting beside her.
And somewhere between the beginning and the goodbye,
our little constellation came undone.
She left like water.
She left like I was nobody.
She drew stars around my scars.
But now, I'm bleeding.
