A Moon, a Mirror, and a Stormy Ocean.

The moon watches as the sun is adored by many but adores another, the mirror shatters as it cannot reflect anything that is happy, and the ocean twists and turns in hope and misery.

My god it hurts!

It hurts when words come crashing down,

burying you under

thousands of shattered hopes

dreams

wantings.

It's not my place,

I know that,

I have no right to feel this way

but my heart is a fickle one

and it continuously chases the sun

while the sun chases another. 

I know many who chase the sun,

Does the sun see all of us 

orbiting around it?

Hoping to be in the spotlight,

begging to be seen

praying to be loved.

I have no right to say this.

I am Asexual.

I am a moon

and I want to see others happy

but when I see the sun happy

when I see it smile

from the thought

of the one the sun loves...

It tears me apart.

It shreds me down

to bits and pieces

I can't bear to speak,

read,

listen.

I run back to my world 

of darkness

where I can escape

the suns redeeming rays.

Where I can sit in the shadows,

watch from afar

and quickly be forgotten.

A marionette master-

I pull the strings this way and that,

praying that the sun 

and the many orbiting around

will be happy

and be loved.

But I will continuously 

circle.

round and round

on my merry way.

Longing for the things

I have no right to long for.

I have no right to say these things,

no right to think these things,

no right to feel these things,

Like craters in the moon

I have craters on my heart.

I have been told many a time

that I have no heart...

But If I have no heart 

why does it feel punctured?

Why does it feel angry

that the mirror is too shattered

to reflect anything

but the darkest of things.

A moon,

a mirror,

a stormy ocean. 

Fickle am I

as I sit

in a tearful longing

for things I musn't have

as I pull the strings this way and that,

praying for their happiness.

Forcing my heart to understand

that my own happiness,

is of no consequence. 

Reviews

[Bridgette's Ink]

A powerful poem, indeed. Very emotional from the first line with "My god it hurts!". The flow was a little choppy, but something so personal is more about epressing your feelings than technique. You did that beautifully. Lovely poem. c:

[Fish]

blah thank you so much XD :')

[Ezekiel Silver]

Terrific poem!! I could almost feel the very emotions being described! Excellent work!!!

[Fish]

Thank you so much! :D

[Christoph Poe]

I'm willing to bet that this is one of your more personal pieces of poetry? I'd be lying if I told you I understood all of it, because I really only understood pieces. I never said I couldn't hear you though, and I think that right there is the beauty I found in this piece.

Sorry if I'm being a bit cryptic! Lol.

I really did enjoy this though. It had a WANT for understanding, you put me behind the steering wheel.

--Chris

94/100