oh how i love you
and god, how i miss you
each time i lie in bed
i feel that empty space
beside me
now occupied with
painful, heavy silence
attentively waiting
to soak up all my tears
things are different now,
although we'd both like
to think they're the same,
i'm glad that you're
happy,
i truly am,
i just wish
that i could say the same,
i wish i didn't feel
all alone within
this endless city
a city full of cardboard cutout strangers
that never seem to matter
never seem to care
none of them are like you,
you know?
YOU ARE READING
(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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