Colour Moi Chic

This poem tells of how I loved you but also of how you didn’t love me too.

My hands tremble when you touch them and it takes days to hold things properly again. But the fact is: I can’t blame hearts for not beating the same.  

Maybe what I’m looking for was never yours to give.

I wonder if it’s time to let you go and hold myself instead.

    Two cents for a new hand.     Twenty for one that won’t hold on to anyone.

I met a boy there once, said to him his eyes looked like the moon’s and only God knows why he smiled a moment later.

These days I wake up and make sure my eyes don’t forget to open. It feels like someone turned off the lamp on their way out of my heart, and I’m still looking for the light switch.

Even speaking feels like bruising now.

So when I found you there, smile trembling like it hadn’t been used for days, looking for something to replace. I knew the world had been treating us the same.

I reached out, there was a star lodged between your ribs and I wanted to ease your kind of hurting.

But it wasn’t a star—    that was your heart glowing.

You do not have to be affectionate all the time to care for someone, in fact, caring can also mean a couple of texts or silence for a few days while you both live your lives happily and separately.

People do not care for you less when they’re busy with their own lives. It’s your reaction to them being their own person - and your ability to make yourself happy - that determines how they feel about you.

Not everyone reciprocates to your actions the same way. If you want someone to acknowledge, be interested in, or treat you a certain way for your efforts, all you have to do is let them know. They will try their personal best to accommodate that within their personal spectrum of feelings.

Νύξ : Nyx “Night”, goddess of the night