A time when the leaves shuddered from cold during the winter. When the wind lacked the urge to whistle, when footsteps were no longer heard. When laughter triggered a missile. When the chatter in ones head scattered. When the neighbors laid in bed, and when the door finally slammed open, into mine, and crawled over to me.
When I died thinking of the things he used to torture me, all of the words that were never said. All of the things I imagined the night before; in his same bed, continues. I said I'd let go of him and breathe in a storm filled with love. Instead I lay here under a storm without cover. No dam, no umbrella, and I bet if I did carry one overhead, lightning would strike and burn me. Who do I even think I am for trying?
If I could bear to stop crying. If I dared to stop dying, from all of the transformation, false love and relationships put me through.
You are still a young one. No need to find love. But look at toddlers receiving their wishes, having kisses from the short chubbster below them. Yet I still lack love and everything both said and unspoken.
Wouldn't I want to love too? Shouldn't I be able to love without feeling blue? Or have to go to school, for the mess that I had no idea would come for me. I guess it's done for me. Do me a favor and pull out a gun for me, so that I can forever end it myself.
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Into My Eyes
PoetryA poetry collection forever falling through the intense stages of love, life and reality. In the eyes of the person of your choice, could be you or someone fictional, someone you've forgiven or unforgivable. Come look Into My Eyes, and read everyth...
