✰ poetry by p.a. ✰

t h e a b s e n c e o f y o u r p r e s e n c e

the absence of your presence leaves my tongue tingling; so many words left unsaid.

if i could change the past, there's so many things i'd do instead.

so many thoughts swarming my head while i lie in bed -- not knowing if i should run and scream, or let the demon inside of me be seen.

do i hide, or do i give in?

this question taunts me; the scent on your coat haunts me -- but no.

for now, you are merely a memory.

but soon,

the absence of your presence will no longer be something i dread.