One day we will both be dead
Buried in cemeteries far, far away from each other
And no one will be left to remember us.
I don't want our bones to be able to reach each other
Because in muscle memory my hands might find yours
And I never want to know your touch again
You were never what I needed
Not at all, but
I let you hold me because you made me feel wanted,
For a little while at least.
No one else would call me beautiful.
And I needed to feel beautiful,
For a little while at least.
I was naive
I thought love came as easily to everyone else
As it did for me.
But you were so far from what I wanted
I knew it right away
You didn't give me what I wanted
Even for a little while
Instead
You gave me 4am phone calls
Begging to die
You gave me nightmares and blame and blood
Your guts
Empty
Your heart
Filled with poison
Begging for a fix
I have learned through what you have given me
That
I will die one day
And I will be buried in some cemetery
I don't even know exists,
But it won't be the slow death from
Drinking your poison
That I nearly died the year I gave myself
To you
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
