And last night,
I tried to drink your name
out of my mind,
but all I lost,
was my ability to think straight,
but even then-
when I have no control over the direction
in which my head wanders,
you still surfaced
you,
fuck,
you-
always you.
YOU ARE READING
Existent
PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.