When the meaning of everything is tears,
And your heart gets stripped away,
layer by layer in the dark,
Don’t you just wish you could collide with the sky,
And live amongst the stars?
Before my eyes spill with a million truths,
Of wasted words that burn against a blackened wound,
I realise:
I cannot feel any more.
The matters of my mind no longer
reason with my heart.
And so,
Maybe one day,
You’ll see my smile among the stars,
As you forever glide by in your dreams.
Amy Elizabeth Poetry 