My fingers trace your jawline, where my kisses once were placed,
I rest my hand on your chest, just hoping to feel a beat.
I stroke your freezing skin with my warm hands
Gentle.
I ruffle my hands through your hair,
only wishing to see your smile again
Gentle.
I lie next to your pillow,
just wishing to see your eyes staring into mine
I run my fingers across the fabric
Gentle.
I look at the door,
hoping you'd unlock it anytime
the key is still in your frail hand
Gentle.
I open your closet, look through your clothes,
waiting for nothing
but hoping to see you wear something new,
but it's too late.
Gentle.
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Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)