Nothing shines endlessly

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people. Caitlyn Siehl In this episode of suppression, I refuse to speak, as you know words could flow in sorrows. But a melancholic mind is the nemesis of a poet. Forcing fingers to bleed raindrop tears into ink, where metaphors are an adversary and you don't need to confess that there are no more verses that can be called sacred when crimson waterfalls flow in veins, so, I curse my merciless muse, which ignores the heart's plea ..... yet, I wonder if there can be love without poetry. Once, when my garden nourished snowdrops, upon the arrival of robins in spring, I was your golden orb, but you no longer bask in my glory and impatient crows follow my footsteps. Now that you've bloomed, it feels as though my purpose has been abruptly stolen. I curse those premeditated prophecies, spoken from an omniscient tongue, so I wander like Cupid without arrows, mute like a flutist without a flute. Hoping to sleep forever in an asylum of wildflowers you have left behind. Upon the return of silence, I'm no longer the thorns upon your rose stalk. Once strong branches reveal empty nests, as my roots become exposed over cold earth. covered with autumn leaves - I feel their anguish as the breeze scatters them under oblivious feet. You were forbidden, but I was not the only sinner. Never powerful enough to become the ringmaster in your circus - I hope you never tame. I'm trapped within an aura, resembling cremated affirmations - yet, I know my spirit will ignite again. I remember when you only saw the moon, so I paraded for you a galaxy of stars. But just like planktons on a beach - nothing shines endlessly.