Do you love me?
Stop!
Not like that,
why do you always
think it's like that?
I mean,
do you love me,
platonically?
Because when you say those words
they feel empty,
I feel empty,
when I say such things
the words
feel empty.
Which is odd.
I swore I'd only use those words
with ferocity,
with the whole of my heart
because when I love
there is no place in earth
or heaven above,
that can keep me from protecting
the ones I love.
But do I love
anymore?
Or did I close the door
to that whole house?
Empty empty empty;
that's the new part
of my void,
not lonely,
no fury,
not even
a smidge of darkness,
just empty.
I hope I find
something to fill it up,
something to
take up the space.
I know I mean it,
when I say
I love you,
but recently,
everything just
feels so empty
YOU ARE READING
My Voice
PoetryPoems meant to express things I can't always bring myself to say, emotions that run so deep in my veins, and thoughts that hang over my head. I hope you can enjoy this, or find something that makes you feel less alone at the very least. Many of thes...
