My last piece of you,
That shirt you left here
To help me shift the pain
That the distance holds.
Tears soak the fabric,
I am full of fear, hyperventilating,
Will it be my last piece of you?
Your scent, that scent,
I imagine your arms around me.
And pray,
A hellbound, God-mocking heathen,
I pray, that the last time you held me
Was not the last at all.
When all I do is worry
Fear is all that consumes me.
I am left trembling, holding my last piece of you.
Sniffling and blubbering
As if I were a child,
Whining softly
Knowing that tonight, I have done wrong.
Fear consumes me
Reaching into my lungs to take louder sobs.
I clutch the fabric closer,
This piece of you so small yet
The scent enough to feel you,
Snuggled up against me.
Stabs, stabs,
Stabs in my chest.
Turning once again that fear
Strangles my heart again and makes my eyes bleed,
I want to scream but I fear losing my mind in all this pain and confusion.
I'm so terrified of losing you.
YOU ARE READING
Rambling Writings (+ Shorts)
RandomMy more emotive thoughts turned to writing will be put here. These works may at time be very personal, so although I will not place a 'mature content' restriction on this book, I will advise you that these works may contain: - Ideologically sensitiv...
