Where's the rush of adrenaline
i'm supposed to feel
whenever you're by my side,
the eagerness to see your face
when many days have passed by,
or the excitement for any text or
unexpected calls you make at
midnight?
Are you the issue?
or is it the ghost of him
still tormenting my life?
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Poems
PoetryPoems written by me. These are not meant to be great just pieces of my mind and heart that I write at midnight to vent.
