Updated count of sleepless nights
One thousand ninety five,
Since the day you died,
The full hundred percent of my being,
Now, and just recently converted,
To solid, black, ice,
Invisible to the sight,
Clear over a hard, thick, layer of perminant, sempiternal, stone.
Despite its extreme Coldness to the touch,
It can never be melted away,
It's been here since that day,
Little was I aware,
Like your wretched death,
It was coming,
To stay.
It burns briefly with heat,
Only before eternally burning from the extremity of the terrible freeze...
It's a freeze that controls me...
It's everlasting,
Like our love was to be, supposedly.
Sometimes I wonder,
If there's a reason I continue to bother,
By waking up,
To the hideous morning light,
When I'm a celebrator of the sempiternal night,
Knowing I'm missing you,
And I know what I'm without,
Can you please wake up, crawl to life again,
And tell me,
What is all this about?
Am I sleeping next to you,
And am I just in a dream?
Can this not be my destiny?
It isn't what it seems...
Come back to me...
Cling on me...
I won't let you go...
Or grow wings,
Fly to me,
Break these chains,
And take me home...
I love you,
I miss you,
I need you,
But you're gone,
It wasn't my fault,
And I know you loved me,
Because you made me aware,
I'm walking this world alone,
I'm so scared,
But baby you're the one,
Who haunts my dreams at night,
To grant me the feeling,
For a short, heavily rationed time period,
That I'm satisfied...
And I wonder how you'd have felt,
If I mentioned us dying at the same time...
YOU ARE READING
Xaiyne
PoesíaThis is another poem, about my deceased ex boyfriend, Xaiyne. There are no pictures of him, because I do not have any on my camera roll, at the moment-as I just got this phone. He was beautiful...I loved him...He died in my arms...
