i don't want to go back
to busy days
and rushing.
i don't want to leave
the stunning silence
of this room
where we lay.
i don't want to breathe normally,
for both running out of air
and having so much to inhale
are the effect of you.
i want to lay here
in the safety that is you
and breathe you in
and fall again each time
i open my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
