Left Behind, by Paige B.

Left Behind

As you walk away,

Without looking back,

I stand here, heart in my hands.

I wish you had stayed

Or that I’d done something different.

Why did you leave, when I needed you most?

I just wanted to have someone that would,

For once,

Stay.

Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.

It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?

I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.

Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.

damp. damp and frothy and sticky upon

Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?

I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.

Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath

What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me

i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark

dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face

The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer

flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.

Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.

star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but