One.

My mother said that people will promise me the stars just to deceive me into giving them a piece of me

But I never actually thought of my skin worthy enough for something like this

Until you came along

You became my world's brightest star and I was too blinded in love not to give you everything I had

Now my body is burned and I'm bleeding out butterflies

The memory of your hands are still on me but they're not keeping me warm

they're pushing me down until I can't breathe, until I suffocate

My white skin wanted to be embraced by the sun itself

It wouldn't have ended well no matter what

Would it?

Two.

This is a poem blinded by anger, that still burns inside my chest

I guess a part of you is still

Somewhere in me

cause it won't cool off

This is a poem filled with complaint

If I could give it a voice, I would quote the inside of my head the day you said you didn't love me anymore

You filled up my life

But you filled it up with pain and heartbreak

You filled up my lungs,

took my oxygen away and I'd so much rather gasp for air than gasp for you but I think this was about you

Don't you?

Let's change the subject.

Did you know that the number 3 is a symbolic number in literature?

and three was the number of times you pushed me to the edge until the day I broke

and number three is how I ll end this, because you don't deserve anything better than a cliche poem in a literature book that you won't even get, like the way you don't get that you're making a mistake

Cause the one who's understood you the most is right here

Finishing this poem

Three.

You loved me whenever you wanted to love me. Like the sun and the moon aligned in the sky at 8 pm at summer, just for a while, before you crawl back away and leave me alone in the dark

You loved me whenever

you felt like it.

You loved me because you knew that my purpose was you,

I was nothing but a reflection

You loved me because I was different and you regretted me when you realized I was the opposite.

And the world will now see how without you I am nothing. Empty. Nothing to reflect, nothing to be. Just the shadow of who I used to be when I was with you.