Perceived luminosity
He said he was not a poet
—but I swear—
I’ve never seen anyone
grab basic words
and move me to a degree
where I actually feel special.
The way that he sees me:
like I am some sort of
blazing sun in the ephemeral
moments that our gazes meet
when we’re used to inhabiting
nothing other than darkness
I just know that the day he leaves…
I’ll never recover.
© Distilled Melancholy
Art: Moon Princess by TaijaVigilia
#spilledthoughts #spilledink #poetry #writer #love #unrequited #darkpoetry
—but I swear—
I’ve never seen anyone
grab basic words
and move me to a degree
where I actually feel special.
The way that he sees me:
like I am some sort of
blazing sun in the ephemeral
moments that our gazes meet
when we’re used to inhabiting
nothing other than darkness
I just know that the day he leaves…
I’ll never recover.
© Distilled Melancholy
Art: Moon Princess by TaijaVigilia
#spilledthoughts #spilledink #poetry #writer #love #unrequited #darkpoetry