The chatter dies down
Silence blankets me
Sunshine gleams through the blinds
It's blinding
There's no hiding in the dark no more
I'm sprawled on the floor,
Eyes focused on the empty notepad
Trying to scribe something, anything, anger, affection,
a love letter to death,
a suicide note.....no, I'll leave this for another day.
But the pen isn't moving.
My hand isnt moving.
My mind is empty.
My heart is empty.
I feel nothing.
I love it
I hate it
I think about sitting near him
We are watching a stand-up comedy
And we are laughing
And I'm fascinated with his dimples
and the way his beautiful eyes squint
and his long lashes flatter against his skin
and the way his skin glows like he is lit from within
And I imagine how it would feel
How I would feel watching such beauty unfold before my eyes
My heart would skip
My grin would widen to a great lenth
Love? Would I be flooded with love hearing the laughter of my lover with the lovely dimples?
Love.
I wanna feel love for him.
But I can't force it
imagining it isn't evoking any emotions
I don't feel anything.
My heart is like an unwritable blank space,
where the term love has no place in it
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The Path to Death
PoesíaThese are free verse poems that I have written when I was at my lowest point, trying to figure out what I want more, to love or to die. I am battling depression and maybe I will get better, maybe not. But writing down what I'm feeling lessens my b...
