A letter to sadness;
I miss you.
I miss your gloomy smile,
dark knotted hair,
frown lines etched deep into your face,
blood seeping from your wrists.
I miss your cold breath on my cheeks,
bony fingers around my neck,
eyes glazed with tears
spilling onto my lips.
I miss the way you dangle my legs
on the edges of buildings,
how you make salty ocean waves
lap at my feet.
I miss how you give me bottles
that I drink to oblivion
and pills that fall
from between my teeth.
I miss how we used to pretend
we were best friends
and play hide and seek
with death,
And how I always see him
in the noose I held
that you made me
want to put around my neck.
I miss how you kissed me to sleep
with your dry tongue,
heavy chest crushing my failing lungs,
splintered ribs.
Words burrowing deep into flesh,
oozing out scarlet,
rolling down sunken skin
dripping from trembling finger tips.
I hate how you made me feel,
helpless,
hopeless,
so damn tired.
But I miss you,
because darling,
you're the only thing that could ever
somehow make me feel human.
Sincerely,
I am terrified of forgetting you.
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