Hey
It's me again
I think this is going to be the last time
I'm tired of chasing your shadows, trying to find your last breath
It's been hard to breathe lately
I'm sure you already know that
God, this is stupid
Putting words on a paper that will never be seen
I'm going crazy
When was the last time that I saw you?
I mean truly saw you?
Not the sunken in, barely human flesh you left us in
When was the last time that you smiled?
I can't remember
I can't remember a lot of things
I can't remember when you died, or even if I cried
All I know is the guilt
The weight of your eyes on my shoulders
I wish you would just go away
I'm tired of writing letters to ghosts
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
