Caramel Stars

but you assumed the other half

and blamed it on me.

what I already know?

Does it feel good to watch me blush

as I defend my flaws?

But I am not sorry for drawing a red line.

This was meant to happen

I loved telling you the good news,

but when I watched your smile fade,

a little piece of me broke.

What happened to us?

What happened to you?

and meet it where it is right now.

It’s not the time or place

for abandoned echoes or buried treasures.

Not the other way around.

But all I see in my rearview mirrors is green roads.

Somehow it all worked out.

will be the end of me.

I need to begin a new journey

where I earn my wishes.

And that feels like I have discovered a new way of breathing.

Another version of everyday life.

I embraced 15 months of nothing.

Until they became everything I wanted them to be.

Everything is fading to dark.

But I am waiting for the sun rays

to make be feel a little bit better.

I can’t get used to this seasonal depression.

My heart is floating in a fever dream

waiting for a brand new start.

And that is more than fine by me.

I don’t mind living in my own fantasies,

my own masterpiece.

I’d rather have my feelings come out

as beautiful pieces of art

than random outbursts and rebellions.

Stars have finally aligned for a princess to turn into queen.

Not listening to my heart was never a fair game.

I used to spend my nights wishing upon shooting stars, wondering about the how’s and the when’s.

But no more wishing.

No more wondering.

No more hiding.

No more rescuing someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

A new era is here.

trying to figure out

how to turn gloom into art,

but here I am now

basking in my glory

grateful for my new reality.

but then it became the thing I feared the most.

I was scared of all the hidden skeletons that were slowly coming out.

My mind became home to mermaids and dragons.

And that made everything okay.

I was happy with the familiarity

instead of running in circles,

trying to figure out the cacophony of emotions ringing in my head,

trying to find a higher mountain,

hearing whispers telling me I was meant for something more.

But little did I know, things were rearranging themselves for me.

I had been crying my eyes out while a new path was being forged for me.

It wasn’t the beginning of the end, it was the the beginning of something good.

“You can be flooded with emotion all day everyday and people still think you are cold as snow.”

Painting Skies is a collection of poetry and prose about life as an introvert in a world run by adrenaline junkies. It engages themes of heartbreak, healing and self-identity."

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I am sick of being an emotional wrecking ball ready to destroy everything it touches.

I am sick of being ungraceful, ungrateful of how far I have come.

I need to get back to my hiding places and sort things out.