Swanned

I write poetry in your eyes, my eyes are blurred,
Perhaps I’m saying amen to an impossible prayer.
I hide myself in a deep, secret place,
Afraid to lose you, I dare not bring you out.
Feelings I try to keep alive, yet struggle to kill.
Swanned.
Now, I endure for the only thing left inside me:
The thrill of reaching the sea.

Bloody Moon

Yet, I never wept in daylight,
Never spoke with the absence in my pocket.
With bloodshot eyes upon the sky,
I never gazed,
Never sighed with a broken smile
Yet, I never screamed in silence,
Never proved my fate was madness to you.
Within me, smoke and sorrow
Within me,

A bloody moon and these bloodstained eyes.

Farewell

My story began with the first letter of the alphabet
A little, just a little bitter, filled with sorrow.
My dearest, whom I could never cherish,
I am sending you off from my springs, from a snowflake
I tried not to let us stay only in poems,
Yet an ocean flowed through my nights,
And so, every night, I lost my source of life.
With a song in my ears, I pulled my hands from my pockets,
Wishing the cold wouldn’t be the only thing that mattered.
Now, I try to forget, though I know nothing can take your place
My fears, my worries—at least these,
I no longer think of them,
I leave them behind along the way.
Farewell,

My sunset, my moonrise.

As the journey of clouds fills my eyes,
While the breeze reminds me of my sorrow,
As birds sing,
The peace I try to contain,
Have you come to cast it out of my soul?
While shattered glass can't be pieced together again
While you can't find what you hope for in another land,
Have you come to hurt me?

I wrote just a poem for you, just so you wouldn't remain in the poem. I lost count of how many poems this makes...