You're a smoldering feeling. When you're around my chest is tightened, my lungs are crying, my nerves are unhinged and my breathing is frying.
You're especially with me as I lay in bed at night. You hold me tight, squeezing me so I can't breathe right. You're a chill running down my spine, the ignitions to my darkest thoughts.
You prey on the emotions I so graciously show you, I so willingly feel.
You take my breathe away, but not for the better. You make me fall asleep and wake up bitter.
I don't like you, and that's a fact, but no matter what I do you'll always come back.
I can push you away to try and stop this restriction, I can shout "No!" at the top of my tearful lungs, I can breathe as much fire as I can muster but it's all futile.
You're my darkness that preys at night.
A darkness that'll never let go.
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PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.