May 5th 2016,
Blood dripping from my mouth, tears streaming down my face, soaked by the rain. I stay in the middle of the road. My shirt missing and the knife still stuck in my abdomen, I see your light's on in your room. I heard you were dead. So, I tried to die to be with you, a moder Romeo and Juliet. But, there you stand in your window, smoking your damn cigarette. I slowly get up and walk towards your window the knife twisting in my stomach after every step. You can't see me in the dark and you flick your ashes on me. I look up and say your name, "Sky."
You look around, but don't look down. "Under your window dumbass." I whisper in agony.
"Zayne?!"
Then, I fall to my knees the knife has put me in undeniable pain that can't be undone. By the time you reach me it's too late, I'm collapsed and my eyes are lifeless staring at where you were in the window.
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Missing
PoetryPoems about me, a stupid young man, missing a woman who has moved on and has been moved on for a while, but I for some god dam reason can't let go.
