You've gotten ahold of my brain again.
I've seen a picture of you and now,
it's as if I'm taken back to all the times
your eyes captured me and held me down.
Every memory with you flashes through my mind.
Tangled up with you.
Being held by you.
Touched by you.
I miss you.
I miss the way you made me feel.
You've got me convinced you're the only person I'll ever settle with.
I'm just waiting for you.
I feel completely empty.
Why have you been the only person to ever be able to fill in the holes in me.
So now I'm crying.
Over you.
Again.
I'm reaching out to anyone.
No one makes me feel the way you do.
Is that good or bad?
Maybe it's because we had that old school love in a way.
We were infatuated with the thought of each other.
A future I built around you and you alone.
I need to be alone.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
ŞiirThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
