Forgotten Forest Poetry

Existing.

You exist in my head,

In my skin,

You exist in my daydreams,

When I find myself wandering in a vast ocean of nothing,

The feeling of your fingertips linger in my skin,

Kissing the wounds you left behind,

You exist in the dark corners of my memory,

Where your laughter echoes through the hollowness,

And your voice resonates in the walls,

In the memories

Time does not fade your memory,

You are tattooed in the vague spaces of love,

The shadows that remain alive are hopeful in my heart.

I lived in a rose-colored prison,

Glass walls crushing me from the inside,

Keeping my heart hostage in a place it does not belong,

Where it does not feel safe,

You exist in the crevices,

In the spaces that I hoped would live long enough to numb me,

But they only numb temporarily,

At the tip of a bottle,

At the mercy of the smoke.

Do you not realize you existing here hurts?