And the death of the star that was my love for you became the endless black hole that engulfed all my happiness.

The clock on the wall.
That calendar on your desk.
They track passing time.
They can't measure forever.
Or even eternity.

We greet the morning.
Loves returned to its grandeur.
It is elegance.

Some days you’re tired
And the silence no longer welcomes you
But burrows into your soul, sealing it in a straight jacket
Sometimes the world is too bright
And the darkness no longer brings comfort.
Yet darkness is the only way you can bear
To live in your skin.
Some nights music sounds like mourning
And quiet sobs, screams.
And it hurts.
It hurts so much

I try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
But still
I'm not
Enough