The night I thought I was losing you,
I couldn't think of what to say or do.
You threatened your life and you said goodbye,
I tried to text back and you did not reply.
I called your phone over and over,
Thoughts lingered in my head that your life may be over.
This is when I lost my breath and I started shaking,
I couldn't deal with my mind and I started aching.
I had no fucking clue if you were dead or alive,
Thinking about how without you, I couldn't survive.
On my way home I couldn't fucking focus,
Thinking about how you said you were gonna take too many doses.
I fucking panicked— I told her and she left running,
My whole world felt fucking empty all of the sudden.
If you end up fucking dead and I'm left broke,
It'll leave me to fucking slit my throat.
If you were not okay by the end of the night,
I was already planning to fucking reunite.
I can't fucking lose you— not now and not ever.
That's what I meant when I said best friends forever.
STAI LEGGENDO
I'm Not Okay. I'm Sorry.
Poesiathis is just an outlet for some of my poetry and poetic thoughts. my mindsets and my perspective. i can tell you now that it won't all rhyme. don't expect perfection. enjoy, i guess. xx 💕
