Lonely

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I used to be so lonely

With him

His dark hair would tempt me to walk onto thin wire across the buildings

The buildings of New York City

His dark empty eyes

Would send me into a void

Disguised as a simple crack in the ground beneath me

His pale skin would lead me to my white bath tub

Filled with the water

And secrets that left my eyes

Daft and grim

And him dark and adventurous

His black attire

haunted me 

As he trailed behind my life

Every waking day

Just to make me cry and weep at night

But for now I'm alright

Because he isn't swirling in my thoughts

No longer will I prolonge my thoughts of him

I will not allow my eyes to be daft and grim

I will allow myself to see the light within my life

The ones who surround me

Truly love me

So for now

Being lonely is something that is exquisite to me

Because being alone with death

Might have just lead me 

To the depths of his empty eyes

He could've choked me with his black tie

And the thoughts he gave me

wouldv'e have drowned me in despair as I bathe at night

But I cut the thoughts of him

death

Out of my life

And I will truly kiss his lips

with bliss

When its my time

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