A Wish on a Star
I see the stars
stumbling home, your face
fresh in my memory.
My mascara,
running down my face.
The stars are blurred.
I stumble on.
The loose glitter hastily
swiped onto my eyelids
falling away,
like the weekends do,
like every raindrop,
every beat of my heart,
and every shot of vodka that
sends my senses into a whirl,
and takes away the pain
for
just
long
enough.
Blacking out every weekend.
Existing only for Fridays,
dreading every Sunday,
where I lay in bed and
despise my existence and
hate myself for falling
for the people who treat me
the worst.
I wish on a star,
that someone would stare
into my eyes,
and tell me they love me,
and tell me all my broken hearts
were worth
it in the end.
Posted Sep 22, 2022, 5:11 PM UTC
I enjoy your writing so much, I’ve never worn makeup or dealt with some of the issues you describe in this piece. However you do such a good job of conveying your emotion I can actually feel the heartbreak. Well done, I normally scroll new for longer before settling on a piece to comment but your username is familiar. Keep up the great work, you’ve already got a fan!
thank you so much!! that's so sweet, honestly it's been a really hard week & your comment brightened my day quite a bit, so thank you <3
You’re so welcome, it’s not much but I do what I can to be supportive of anyone who puts themselves out there. Strangers we might be, but in writing we are kin.