3 am in the morning
paranoia and fear keep me company
i long to hear your voice
i replay our talks in my head
how you always calmed me down
and lulled me back to sleep
but this new person in my life
does not know i'm scared of the dark
does not know of the demons
that keep me awake all night
it's the steady beat of your heart
that my sanity longs for
can you come back to me
like you made me come back
every time you hurt me
because i was a zigsaw puzzle
you got tired of putting back together
but can you let me hear
the cadence of your voice
one last time
before i sleep
YOU ARE READING
For That Dead Love
PoetryA group of poems for the one love that you thought would last forever.