good morning guys. here's another poem i wrote to start your day off because some of you seem to appreciate them. let me tell you as soon as I got out of my bed (with my heated blanket, of course), I about turned into an icicle. it's 26 fukin degrees. i wrote this one 3 days ago, it's dedicated to two or three people of my past. hope you like it.
grief
is what a person experiences after
the death of a loved one
because that's what you are
DEAD TO ME.
or maybe what
i wish you could be
that way we'd
see each other soon
but you didn't really love me, so
why is it so hard to let go?
you were all i had and then
i'm gone but
everything you said
won't leave my head
fuck you,
love you,
leave you,
miss you.
an invisible touch
was never enough but
still i fought
desperate for your love
i lied.
it was that touch
that choked me, until
black.
the light slowly pours through but
when i wake up
i wish i could erase
those nights
only soon we will both be
rotten hearts,
no matter,
strangers
underneath the ground.