They told me that time would heal the wounds,

But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

No matter how many years pass,

Time does not heal.

Time buries baggage until you forget,

We were rising.

Like twin flames,

Dancing in the darkness,

Spreading warmth to the stars.

In my mind,

You were a star,

Radiating your astronomical light onto me.

Everything’s blurry 

But I can’t stop writing 

If I take my pen off the paper I’ll break, 

I’ll shatter

I stop writing my heart will bleed rivers of words,

Words I can never say aloud