Empty.
I've tried to abandon our
pain in recent years,
but they follow us
like children made
of shadows.
We used melancholy
as a switch that
turned us on when
the moon was out.
Our lips shared many
moments even when
the time wasn't right.
Our love was forbidden.
I took a leap of faith.
I landed in the pits
of your heartache.
So I searched through
the gravel to find
something I could
salvage.
There was nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Depressive Confessions
PoetryStep into the confession booth with me and hear what I really think. You are free to leave whenever you wish. At least you have a choice.
