Time passed and things didn't get any easier.
Will it ever?
I still spend my nights alone,
high on the emptiness coursing through my veins,
the longing in my lungs,
the faint smell of you left behind,
clinging to the sheets, to my clothes,
a constant reminder of the things i've lost,
the person I will no longer hold, touch, kiss.
It haunts me,
and yet I don't want it to leave,
don't want to wash my sheets, my clothes,
in fear of losing your smell,
in losing you.
Cause it's all I have left, and I can't lose that too.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts from my brain
PoetryIt's poetic, in a way. This is a mixture of poems and short passages. I'm writing these for myself, I guess, as a way to collect my thought, but I hope you enjoy the little pieces of me you read.
