There is a type of love I wish for, the type that came in your eyes but left in her hand, without a word. Now you've got me wondering how many hands have you held because mine was just one, nothing really important, the touch it lingers and I can't remove your fingerprints to erase the trace of something I wished for that's just too far away, so permanently they will have to stay.
You're worst then nicotine, worst then heroine, an addiction I wish I didn't miss but I keep going back because I can take the hit.
I know eventually I'll fade away, but I don't want to delete the kisses that were placed, and I don't know how to put it into words how lonely it feels to be isolated by nothing but hurt with no where to go, no safe place so I just stare at my ceiling begging myself to forget the memories of yesterday but something is holding on and I am unsure of what it is but it wont let go. So I struggle as flashbacks of once happy memories shatter me to the floor and my heart isn't easy to break but somehow you've split it into four and I can't put it back together because a bandage won't make it better anymore.
So i'll sit here and pour out what is left of myself and give it to anybody else in the form of words that you'll never read and things i'll never say out loud.
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Letters In My Head
PoetryI will write letters in my head laced with blood and tears to create a sense of reality to fight my fears in a world that is broken and bruised, i've been misplaced. Some topics covered in my poems might cause distress so please read at your own ri...
