i wasted most of my warm weather months this year
whispering to whatever walls surrounded me
wishing for an entire day we could spend together
one whole day of feeling each other again
and like a child i spent most mornings and evenings
at 11:11
wishing
that you were still in love with me too
there were so many other things i could have wished for
like the strength to stay away from you
to not accept your stray call that morning in august
the strength to not spiral all the way back into infatuation
every single time you call my name i come running
80 miles an hour down the interstate at 1:30 am
but when i wake up one morning and i can't breathe
when i'm bleeding, your too far to listen
YOU ARE READING
MASOCHISM
Poetryan uncensored synposis of the thoughts and experiences belonging to a young tired masochist. I quit writing for a while but sometimes I feel I need to write more than I need a cigarette.
