i've been taking more sleeping pills
than i shouldbut it's okay because i'm sick
and at least it gets me to sleep before three in the morning,
because when the clock hits four everything comes flooding in
and gravity gets turned off and suddenly
i'm falling
into something much larger than i am.
and no matter how many
cups of coffee
i drink when i wake upi still want to fall back into a bed that's became a grave.
i feel like i may be the only one of my friends
who can occupy a borrowed space;
i'm the only one of my friends who hasn't moved on
and who still pretends that your voice exists.
because it was you who taught me to speak bullets;
you who showed me how to lay down in the rain and feel the earths heartbeat roaring underneath me
and it was you who left a piece of yourself
in the only place i could ever call home
and i still cry when i go back there.
i know i'm three years late
but i only need three seconds to prove to you that your biggest mistake was falling in love with the one person you knew you had to let go.
i wish i had known you then
but it wouldn't make a difference because i
still want to be nothing more than the girl you write about.
YOU ARE READING
horribly beautiful ✔️
Poésiepeople write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. jun...