I hate him so much
No that's not right
I am not even capable of disliking the guy
His warmth still ran through my veins
I can't get it to stop
His soothing voice, no more calming my cries but bringing them about
Withdrawal of my fingers running through your hair
The darkness of it almost reaching your souls level
The smoke still lingers in my sweater
Your ice cold eyes implanted all my walls
Ripped sneakers glaring at me from the corner
The question
Why in my house?
For me to find your feeling drained eyes The bathroom forever haunted
My aching elbows from scrubbing
The red still incrusted in the cracks
TV not touched from where you left it
The voices had gotten to you
late night drives hadn't quite helped
You didn't listen to me, to anyone
You used to shake so badly I would hold you giant hands in my dainty ones, not helping at all. But you said it did just for my sake.
You hid it well though
I gotta give you that
I didn't know, you didn't let me
You reflected all situations upon another
For years you where the person
The person that people came to for help
You couldn't do that
You were the only light in this fucked up world that we currently are being devoured by.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by: @BADLANDS_YoungGod
PoetryThese are just poetry I write in my spare time, the stuff that clouds your mind until you get it out. Sometimes you need to lock yourself in a room and write all you can on a paper In front of you, this is that.
