The heavy thought of you makes me drop to my knees. I never imagined I would feel this way when I first met you. Looking at my faded reflection in the bathroom mirror, while the water is dripping from the broken bathtub. You're intimidating, yet you make me want to spill my guts out. My heart stops beating - organs starts shutting down. I can't breathe and the world is rotating around me. My reflection is just a blur, and all I see is the ghost of you looking back at me. You make me cry rainstorms at night. I wake up with swollen, blood stained eyes. I would love you. Love you again and again and again. Leaving the window wide open on dark September evenings, hoping you will come back and climb through. I imagine a reality that will never happen. Your voice is forever echoing in the back of my head. Please teach me how to breathe again, and turn down the volume of sirens in my mind. You make me want to rip the world in two, you make me want to drown my feelings at sea. I want to know what horribe ghost that's haunting me. Is it you, or the thought of you with someone else?
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Poetry collection
PoetryWelcome to the collection of my poetry and other writings that stumbles across my mind at 3 am.
