is it bad that i miss him?
even when the rain pours
and melts me away,
is it bad that i miss him?i miss the way he poured my tea,
the way his touch was just for me.
it's almost aching,
raw and burning.
punching, gnawing,
and hurting.
deep within me there is still
a fire,
begging to stay alive.burn me along with it,
burn the last parts and
drops of any love leaking
from within the cracks
of my broken body.as i lay in remembrance
of a human once full of life,
now crushed in the middle
of a rock
and a hard place.-zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...