She.

A poem about a girl I loved who took her own life

TW Suicide/implied suicide

She.

She looks at me, with the longing that I have when I look at the stars.

She looks at me, with eyes that soar.

She looks at me, with the amount of love that a mother has for her child.

I am her world.

At least, I thought i was.

How naive of me, 

To think that I was enough

To keep her here.

To keep her alive.

I wonder if those eyes still look at me,

With the longing they had 

when she could still see me.

I wonder if she would be proud of me.

How far I've come.

How much I miss her. 

Her eyes

Her smile

Her love

All gone.

Author's Note

TW!!