Like the stars

I kick my heels off

I probably left my keys in the door

Again…

I eat grilled cheese over my sink

Fourth time this week

I don’t know why I eat

What am I sustaining?

I peel my layers off

Exposing my truth

I lay in bed

Feel for you next to me

Idiot, it’s been months

Bloodshot eyes pierce the stars

Just like them, I too have died

But I continue to burn

As if I am still here

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

I wasn't going to comment on this one but I reread the title and realized it was brilliant. Eating the grilled cheese over the sink adds such a gritty reality. The last two lines are almost a poem unto themselves.

[Coyote Poetry]

Stale world leave us wanting. So tire of the world of today. It seem we are falling down and I hope we will get-up soon. I understand the poem. Poor grandchildren need activities. Last week, I took them to the beach and they were so happy to be free. I hope you are doing well and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Davidgeo]

Instead of 'here' you should use the word 'alive' to close the poem. It more or less rhymes with 'died'. But I can see why you would want to use the word "here" instead of "alive" because they don't exactly mean the same things. Actually, I wouldn't change it... even though it sounds better to the ear it has less meaning. "here" and "alive" mean different things.

I like the concept of it all. You describe the aftermath of a blown up relationship like a star blowing up very well. This is very intelligent writing.

[Unspoken poet]

I really love the imagery you write with..
really well written and expressed

[poison&kerosene]

Thank you again for your kindness and taking the time to read my work! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wonderfully metaphoric here...stars live in our eyes long after they are dead, lost loves live in our memories long after they leave, and they still burn our hearts to ash.
j.

[poison&kerosene]

When they say it is better to have love lost rather than have ever have loved at all it feels like it comes from the mouth of someone who hasn't experienced the pain. In the end it shapes who we are. A toss up between being jaded or resilient.

[light and ashes]

Wow..... this hit me hard. I believe you can come back to life though. I'm getting there. If I can do it then anyone can, great poem.

[poison&kerosene]

Yes Allie that is a wonderful mindset. I am rooting for your journey. I will also begin mine. Thank you for stopping by! :)

[light and ashes]

You're welcome! It was my pleasure.