You chip off my old nail polish
as I look deep in your eyes.
A dull ache in my lungs
leaving me unable to speak.
I'm glad you're finally here again,
I'm glad I'm not alone again.
You say something
but I can barely hear
over the loud voices telling me not to fuck this up,
because I can't afford to lose anyone again.
I have no one else to lose.
You eventually had to leave,
and my ache was replaced with a warmth.
I had hope for a new beginning
but I can't afford to hope anymore,
not when I'm constantly let down.
You left once,
you'll always leave me again.
YOU ARE READING
'heartache'- poetry
Puisi"i am nothing to you, but you are everything to me." (these poems are also in my other poem book 'Inside Me')
