Where do I begin? I can see me coming back to this over and over but for now this just has to be my favourite verse

Then the heavens fold as a book;
pages bow and covers seize.
Chapters that wrote themselves
lose their words while under siege.

This is some amazing stuff dude! Love button has been pressed for sure (<3)^Boop!

Some really great lines and superb imagery. Glad to see it nominated. Milly x

I really enjoyed this, bar the frequent repetition at the beginning - I think you can afford to be more subtle than this, especially since it’s the title, too! In fact, beginning the poem from the second stanza would arguably make it stronger. I don’t feel the first stanza adds anything, especially the ‘lie/cry/die’ rhyme scheme, and the repetition towards the end would be much more effective. Just my opinion, of course, but there are some great moments here.

“Your hurt rises like stars
on a cloudless Summer night.
You strut in, as a storm,
and bid the rain to dim their light.
What shall it be, Emotiana?
That I stray outside, stuck in you?
For you to briefly show the way,
then scold me when I move?

I need you to die,
Emotiana.”

I just think that’s really lovely and powerful, and would be more so if it wasn’t a repeated sentiment from the first.