She was lost in her thoughts tonight,
Consumed by the thoughts of him.
Outside the 88 constellations of a galaxy so beyond her reach made her feel small.
Her favorite constellation was Cassiopeia,
With her 5 stars, named after the goddess of vanity, she was beautiful.
Tonight you could see hurt.
The world could see the pain in her eyes.
The memories of him running circles as she tries hard to put a break to the visions of dying happiness.
She couldn’t enjoy the Moon tonight.
Her anchor, her lover,
Hiding her emotions like the moon hides its dark side from the eyes of judgmental humans.
But, tonight the pain was visible.
The thought’s of him driving her to the brink of insanity.
During these nights she becomes a psychic,
a mind reader.
Wondering and pondering of what was of his life.
Forgetting of the other side of him,
She was dubbed the “forgetful one”.=
always painting a picture of blues, and yellows when she thought of him.
Always forgetting the blacks and grey’s.
The long nights filled with thunderous tears that lead to suicidal tendencies that no one knew about but God,
Shes forgetful of the pain she endured but aware of the pain in her heart now.
Gabriela T ❤