not edgar allan poe

wishlist

You're all that I have left, but you're never coming back.

I'm driving myself into madness as I try to focus on your voice, keep it from escaping my memory.

I can't take it anymore but this is the only thing I'll ever take.

Smashed collarbones and broken hammers litter the floor around me.
And I see you standing in the corner, blood all over your hands.

You can't leave me; not like this. And at least not now.

You're all I've ever wanted.
But now, something is telling me I need to make a new wishlist.