Poems

diabetes

she will stay with me forever
inside my mind, of course,
like a problem i can't get rid of.
i constantly think about her
it's like i'm worried
that if i stop thinking about her
even for a split second
she will disappear
even from the real world
and with her
every single memory we have together.
that's why i can't sleep
and that's why
instead of sleeping
i'm awake thinking about her.
but it's 1:30 am.
i'm tired of thinking.
i don't want her in my mind anymore.
i want her on my body,
her chest pressed against mine
i want to taste her sugar frosted lips,
i want to bite her sweet, pale neck.
i could suck the life out of her,
the same way she sucked out mine.

if i have to die,
i don't want to die drowning in my own thoughts.
at least let me die
in the sweetest way possible;
with you.