I don't know what I'm supposed to do today
Lay flowers on your nonexistent grave?
Do I wail or cry or cause a scene?
Should I romanticize you to a wispy dream?
Because I miss you Cas
There's no denying that
I miss you like the stars miss the night sky
I never knew what it meant to say good-bye
Only with you could I shine
Only with you did I collect worry lines
Only with you did I starve to the death
And cherish every stolen breath
You were my muse, songs composed to the beat of your heart
You were my friend. I don't know how to feel apart
You fed me poison with sugar-spun lies
Cotton candy wrapped around my shrinking thighs
You let me believe I was imperfect
Pointed out every crack in my surface
You held my face in your hands
Took me to foreign lands
And you reminded me how to be sick
So I guess I'll write a million poems
Until I find the one
That sets you free to stop haunting me
And makes me writer, slave to none
YOU ARE READING
Please, Disregard
PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
