A part of me wants to see you. I need to see you and have you around.
Because even before this ended I felt like I had already drowned.
I'm so hollow, numb, completely unaware of the reasons behind my pain.
I rot in my room, and you keep my sorrows attached to me like a ball with a chain.
You make me feel something, even if it's no longer a positive emotion,
feeling alive even just for a second is all that I crave for, so with you I never proceed with caution.
I need to talk to you yet the thought of seeing you again makes me feel like dying,
I know it's gonna hurt so bad, but I'm already used to drift to sleep while crying.
I know it's unhealthy: i'm clinging on you so tight,
I know I need to let you go, but in this very moment you're the only thing that feels right.
YOU ARE READING
Trust my words.
PoetryA poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.
