I wished she stood by me in this moon

I wished i could cuddle her in this cold of June
but then my own blood was cold
and my pale skin would tale the tales untold.
The tales that dug deep into my scars
in the middle of this night without stars
and i took my pen to scribble averse
to cry my misery to the universe.

Maybe the universe will grant me audience,
Maybe my plea will bring back confidence
to face another day
with her away.

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I write this with memories of past in mind.
Memories that  will cling on my mind until i hear a word from her again.