I woke up with the taste of you inbetween my veins, and boy can I say, it's almost as intoxicating as the vodka I tried drowning myself in last night, but with no prevail, the idea that you might be doing okay and plenty fine kills me even softer and slower than the aching pain that climbs down the walls of my heart. I haven't seen you in about 4 months which sounds retrospectively short, but do you realize I've gone over 950,002 seconds without hearing the words "I love you" escape from your lips? I feel so stupid for missing you because you did me wrong. You disrespected me and yet I still crave you. You made me go crazy and I can't help but spend time replaying our bitter sweet memories together in my head because that's all I have left. You've corupted my sanity and created a person I'm disgusted by now. I can't stand the thought of you and yet... I can't help but love your dirty mouth full of honest lies.
I woke up this morning feeling so empty... like apart of me was missing...
Apart of me that wasn't missing before we met.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror
PoesiaThis is my collection of poems that I'd like to share. I don't sensor my feelings so what may be "dark" to some is just pain that I want to vent. On that note... enjoy!
