White walls. Thats all i have seen in a couple months or years. A cold dingy white that intrudes my thoughts even when i close my eyes. White walls. White noise. Silence is never present in my head. Caged like a wild animal. Im slowly letting go of the memories.
Roman carthen and Spencer fade
Spencers lips my neck.
Im Roman. Roman is i.
Spencers hands shake
Spencers mouth
Tastes.....tastes like blood
Spencers mine.
Shes hurt
Her eyes....clouded with pain
But she sees
Does she see me
My hands shake too. Maybe im her... no..No No No! She's dead. Im...im...who am i? My hands shake too. My eyes. They see white. Not pain. Im not her. My heart pounds. My head buzzes. My veins are blue. My eyes see white. She hears silence. Feels no pain. Sees darkness. She is still.
Never entirely gone. Shes in my head, in my memories. My memories...mine. Shes mine. Mine. Memories and her, that's all i have left. Loss. Ive lost everything. I don't even know what everything is. I must have had more than white walls. My eyes. They saw beauty, pale lips, a troubled mind, scars, dying eyes, blood. My ears. They have heard screaming, breathing, a heart beat,wind, death, silence. I had everything once. She was everything.
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It's poems and shit
PoetryThis book is mostly shit but I keep it posted because it's a accurate representation of my progression and changes in my writing over time
