Without You.

Here it is. My second ever poem. It has been months since the first but tonight felt like the night. I didn’t have to think twice about it. No scribbles on the page. Just pure feeling put into words. Meh. Feedback would be lovely. Enjoy x

I wasn’t always lost,
never hopeless but hoping.
Things are different now,
I have lost my senses.
Everything consumes me,
like flames to a cloth.
Suffocated.
Suffocated by my emotion.
Suffocated by my fear to love again.
I can’t breathe.
Where are you?
I can’t find you.
I’m searching for you but I’m blind.
Darkness.
All I see is darkness.
You were my fire,
the flame to guide me.
It was once your eternal love that consumed.
Gone.
You are gone and never shall return.
Lost.
I am lost without you.

I miss you. 

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Apollo and Artemis

I am a torrent of darkness,

under the never setting sun.

Two opposites are we,

Together as one.

Underneath the light,

of the never setting sun.

We are that inconsequential difference,

you know the one I mean,

between love and lust

that’s rarely ever seen.

I’ll be your moon,

You’ll be my sun.

You’ll be my Apollo

and I your Artemis.

Together as one,

for all eternity.

The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“Harry,” said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, “every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have show in it the secret of my own soul.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray