I think about Her when I wake up.
And when I'm falling asleep with a pill after several unsuccessful tries at counting sheep.
I think about Her when I'm alone, and I can hear my own heart beating and it's so loud and I just want it to stop. I think about Her when I'm in a swell of people, and it's almost overwhelmed me and I can't breathe but I love the anonymity.
I think about Her when I'm doing something stupid, like drowning my troubles in alcohol and watching my demons flow out of my mouth in some form of smoke. I think about Her when I'm doing something good, like being kind to someone who desperately needs it.
I think about Her when I'm so sad and so angry and just so numb, and when I'm wondering why I'm so uncaring and apathic about life. I also think about Her when I'm so happy I feel like my heart is threatening to burst.
I think about Her and I wonder if I made the right decision in telling her I loved her in the first place, and if things would have been better if neither of us had ever met. Or when I wonder if I shouldn't have let Her fall in love with me, too.
I think about Her and I wonder what She is doing, and if She's happy because I know I'm not. I think about Her all the time, Her living ghost plagues my mind like a tumor.
I think about Her and I wonder if She thinks about me, too.
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
