Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Remains - Poem 111

You can take my body from this imprisoned state I have encased it in.

The fight to stay within weight ranges.

The struggle to see the point in all this life that has caused so much pain.

The pictures burn into my skull to never subside.

Wait for the day that I refuse to leave my bed like I have been tempted.

Food is forced down my throat by my own hands.

My legs barely support me nowadays.

I dream of your kisses on my forehead, waking in a cold sweat and tears.

Clasping the blankets, pulling them to my face.

Breathing is staggered and my body doesn't allow ease.

Thoughts overwhelm my mind and I wrap my hands around my throat.

My body slowly starts to hollow and all the pressure drains from my head.

Arms go limp.

Numbness takes my body as I remember the nights I was drunk.

Feelings of the buzz tingle in my fingertips.

Another tear falls onto my poor pillow.

Does anyone else kiss you the way I did?

Have you told her that she has passion the way you told me?

Can she fit against your figure with no hesitation?

The drives in the dark.

Sleepy talks.

Falling asleep on your chest.

And the same thought always remains...

Would you come to see me if I asked...?