Poem #246

With us it’s never really over, there’s always this bond.
There was never closure, so many things left unsaid
but we know if we meet again the history would
repeat itself. 4 walls, one bed, you and I and all of
those things would still be unsaid.

Poem #245

Can’t you see what you’ve made me do?
You became a part of me, you became the half of me.
Now that you’re gone I am trying to replace you
with liquids which make my head dizzy
and smoke which I twirl in my fingers
as if it was your curly hair.
You were poison which felt so good
and I am trying to replace you with
substances that don’t come close to you.

Poem #244

I get angry with myself every time I write
down a poem because I just see so much
of you in my work. You are in every verse,
in every thought. I don’t know how to
purge you out of my system. The tears
and the screams and the words and
the denial aren’t working anymore.
If this is what love does, I don’t know if
I want to feel it ever again.

Poem #242

It gets so cold
when loneliness enters the scene
but the feeling is actually burning.
Burning with the desire to break free.
Burning with the desire to sleep in peace.
Burning when you remember things
the way they used to be.
Burning when you see the shadow of
the empty place that once had a heartbeat.