your mocha eyes
are the last things i see
before consciousness
fades.
the white walls are so bright,
but i can't focus on them.
my vision blurs, yet you,
so clear.
wet sponge on my lips
to keep them alive,
the breathing,
feeding tubes
seem pathetic to me.
i can't say a word,
but i'm thinking through it all.
memories fade,
but the ones of you penetrate
through the blur
blurry faces, blurry wastes
you are the medication i need.
the breath may leave my lungs,
but just know,
my heart will stay with you.
the ghosts of our days together
lurk in the cemetery.
the life around me, fading
before i do
because on my deathbed,
all i see is you.
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
