It was okay years before.
It was okay to not see her face for one day.
We understood each other.
Apparently not enough.
I wasn't enough.
It became mixed signals.
A glare here, a beg there.
One day I'm ignored, the other I'm worshipped.
Called on by someone shes never even seen,
Informed it was all my fault,
Unable to be the knight in shining armor,
And so,
She left for two, long weeks.
...
I lost track of the cliff I was falling down by watching her climb down.
I cleaned her wounds while mine got infected.
I let my injuries fester until I couldn't feel my body,
until all I knew was my brain asking me:
"Is she okay? Is she dead? Or dying?"
Her words were poison, filling my head.
Radioactivity spilled from her lips, and I bathed in it.
The toxic waste filled my body and shut down my organs.
...
Her words were special, too.
Stomach aching, Mind-numbing joy came from her voice.
With hideous laughter and painful jokes.
And because of the laughter and the jokes and the promises of future,
I soaked in the venom that encased me at the bottom of her cliff.
And she left.
She left to watch me drown in the acidic feeling of guilt and never ending fear.
...
So, yes.
I miss her a lot.
But I never want to see her again,
or I may just come crawling back.
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De TodoThese are mostly just poems and random thoughts. I'm proud of a few of these, and I like writing them. I hope you enjoy. All of these are my original poems and writings.
