My Poetry

Will you return?

As I sit on my bed,

I think of you

And wish I were dead.

That's all I feel I can do.

I ask myself if I think you'll return

And wonder if I'll be okay.

Without you here it feels as though I will burn and turn

To ashes every single day.

Now that you have left me,

I am curious to know if it was all a lie.

And now I start to see

Images of myself as I slowly die.

I no longer feel fear

As I begin to leave you here.