Bury Yesterday Poem by Stefanie Fontker

I know what it is to fall into a love,
Cursed with the lack of a visible sun.
Devoid of the glimmer of a lacklustre star.

I once stood in the middle of you,
Locked in the centre of your heart.
Now I am a rusted needle, thought to cut.

I only asked to stay with you a while,
But you told me you’d teach me to smile.
I was happy to let you drive me evil.

I have fallen asleep for the first time,
Deciding to bury our first yesterday.
Lingering in the kiss of a siren’s song.