Missing you comes in waves.
As if I wake up and roll a two sided die,
My only options being apathy or grief.
It's always been like that for me...
All or nothing, that is.
I've never been the in between type.
However, apathy rarely is the choice.
Grief claws its way through me.
Up my throat and out of my eyes and mouth
Sobbing
Screaming
Clinging
Onto anything that feels like you...
"all or nothing"
I whisper between sobs...
but I know nothing isn't an option when it comes to you.
YOU ARE READING
Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
