For all that the earth could offer, I'd turn against. I really do wonder, sometimes of what you might be doing. Suppressed by oneself endlessly for my past doings. Sipping what I knew could end me.
The universe surely knows how to punish each one of us. I'd take all your pain if you were still here. You were too reckless to notice the blinding light's of that locomotor. We rolled it together, remember. You inhaled the whole of it into your plastic lungs. Together with the mixture of poisonous substances.
That very moment my heart was drained and eyes too dry to leak. Everyone just stood while you were flying in the middle of the night. Not even one of them tried by just helping me. I carried you home, while your body was too drenched to function. That moment took us all by surprise but I wasn't that intoxicated to leave you to end there.
Opening the doors of your lonely cocoon, to the very scent of my favourite perfume. After all those year's, you remembered. Even though that it bought me pain, you had the strength to keep it this strong. Struggled to drag you, my body was giving up. The tiny me needed to lay. Couldn't leave you to suffer thou you had done it to me.
Bandage's rolling, covering your dusty carpets. My hands ended up numbing in response to the tired me. I had you covered and adjusted into a comfortable position before passing out on the floor, with my scarred face. Wound's too deep, some pieces of glass had been buried in them.
Only time I noticed that you were never to return in my sight was when I had soil in my bare hands. Doing that I was trying to free you from the 60 feet of soil. You were buried deep in. Your family traumatized as to why I was doing that. Little did they know that I had ton's of things to tell you.
Now I'm in bed hugging that shirt you had left - from one of those night's we'd steal to catch each other's company. Not even my sparkling tears could bring you back for just one day. I am still finding difficulty in accepting that our second chance together had turned into my last chance of being with you. I can't feel the same no more. No one has made it ever since you left.
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The naked me. (Completed)
PoetryA POETRY BOOK, mainly based on free verse writing. - Sonnet's and elegy's, gives it a sense of emotion. A revelation of my factious side that has never faced the surface of this world.