Anthology of Me and other various poems

5-4-3-2

five
five senses
five ways to experience my world
five things to use to see,
and hear,
and smell,
and taste,
and touch the world around me

four
four times i've run away from myself
four instances i've feared
everything
four moments i thought that i was through

three
three words i say too much
three things i rarely mean
three sounds i wish i'd never uttered
in the dark, rising sunlight
in your arms
i wish i could go back
and take it all back
i want to go back

two
to when times were simple
and it was you and me
and me and you
and no one could bring us down because we had each other
we were halves
in every sense
we completed each other in every way imaginable
we were perfect
we were two peas in a pod
each other's matching half

one
one room
with a single table
and a lone chair
a sole person sitting there
hands in their hair
waiting

waiting

0
zero seconds
and no minutes remain
that they wish to be here—
that I wish to be here
for the days are far too long
and the nights far too cold
and the world spins much too fast
and words are spoken much too quickly,
and the years are passing at a rapid pace
that there's no more time
to sit
and breathe

and i can't breathe
i'm suffocating
drowning
falling
slipping
sinking
deeper and
d
e
e
p
e
r

spiraling into a dark void of agony
and pain
i can't get out
for i am far too weak
to climb out of this pit i've dug myself into

and i'm tired
so

i'm done
i'm finished trying
i'm giving up
there's no point,
what's it matter?

i'm sure i'll be missed
but just like happiness ebbs
and fades away
so will the sadness and the heartache

i'm exhausted
and i have no choice
i've run out of options
so

goodbye