to my ethereal


i don't know why i let you in 


compliments sliding off the body of a violin

you knew how to play each note with perfection 

but those notes were never meant for me 

the moon was playing a trick on me 


the discharge of the gun is never worth the recoil

and now the night stars in the sky remind me of my exit wounds

slowly bleeding out 

per aspera ad astra


this was never supposed to happen 

i tried reaching the stars 

building the Tower of Babel 

but you took it down stone by stone

my universe, you would say

why reach for the stars when you are the sun? 


i have no right to be angry, really

heartbreak is virtueless in the eyes of unrequited love 

but i am

after all, the blind cannot tell the difference between a blackhole and a star 


now the curtains have closed 

and the sonnet has ended in a dramatic couplet 

about an ethereal situation that turned out to be just a fantasy 

a poetic figment living in the mind of the moon

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  1. Rina ShamilovMarch 28, 2022 at 12:20 PM

    holy @#$%, dude. this is so beautiful and amazing. the way you describe this poem makes me feel the atmosphere you're feeling, i feel right there with you. this poem blew me away. YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB

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