I float above the skies,
where I am untouchable.
I am finally somewhere
you have to look up to me.
You can’t escape my tears.
The more I need,
the bigger that they become,
so that you feel like drowning.
The pain comes in low rumbles,
clouding your sight of all light.
until only my image can appear,
a constant reminder.
The worst is yet to come.
When you can do nothing
but look until your eyes hurt,
flowers will grow in spite of
the wallowing bird songs.
A sign that I am all gone
except for the mark that
I finally made on your heart.
An Everyday Girl's Outlet 