Today brought loneliness and melancholy.
And it made me miss you a bit more.
I thought about you a lot, with everything that I am.
I haven't been doing so as often.
I thought I was finally escaping the golden cage that is the memory of you.
You come and go in waves that seem to get bigger and bigger each time.
I am drowning in you.
You fill up my lungs and make it hard to breathe.
This reality is slipping away from my fingertips.
And I am left in the blissful daze of my own imagination.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
