i can feel it when you're not there
a phantom of that clutch
your clutch
on me
i think of it when i sleep
i think of you
i wonder how i can see you
look at you the same
we were ebb and flow
yet now i feel nothing
but that cold white wall
and my bare back
my breath accelerates
a sob caught behind my throat
i am to be punished
forced to think of you
my stomach heaves at the notion
your hands
your touch
my shoulders shudder at the notion
your grasp
on my neck
why didn't you end it there
you could've ended me there
i wanted you to end me there
instead i'm here
terrified still
of you
YOU ARE READING
poems for the unloved
Poetrythis is basically a diary lol these aren't really poems. these are my word paintings, straight out of the most isolate parts of my brain, from freshly cut wounds.
