I search so desperately to find the hidden treasures of life where depression ceases to exist
The veins on my wrist are my happy days and only two of them seem to appear
They're all over my body, your lips traveled no different
Oceans above land is why there is distance between us
And also why I want to disappear
When you left, my pillow took your spot
I still hold it against my chest in an attempt to comfort myself when times aren't the best
Every night my tears sink away into its soft cotton and I imagine that it's you I'm crying to
As if I'm pouring out my insecurities, drenching your dark, dry skin
It gives me shivers to think of you like that again
When we I touched I felt love, you were my angel from above
Healed each other to soothing music, we listened;
We had our own little thing and I miss it
So each night when I cry into your arms in my delusional mind
just remember I'm still holding onto you from time to time
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
