I never sit still, not for long
I always have to be moving or I feel uncomfortable
But when you held me, I was still
When you wrapped your arms around me, I melted into you
When you kissed my head at night and said go to sleep, I never moved.
When you'd hold me during my nightmares, I stopped shaking
When you said you loved me, I smiled.
When you held me, everything was okay.
And now that you can't hold me anymore, I move constantly.
Now that your not there at night, keeping me warm
I lost it.
No one can hold me now, because I don't want to be held.
I miss you so damn much.
My love, my love.
If you can see me now I'm not the same
I have changed.I love you, and your tombstone won't ever be enough for me.
Without you here by my side,
It's too dark at night..
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...