i despise you for making me
write all these poems about
city lights, and making my weary
head romanticize the thought of sleep.
i adore you for creating melodies
while i looked at city lights through
the car window while the only
other thing on my mind was sleep.
you were so in depth that i no
longer feel the need to forget what
i've said, before i fell in love.
you caressed something in my
drunken head, you taught me
everything i know about life,
death, love, revenge and
everything in between.
YOU ARE READING
i still wait for you.
Poetrypoems and writings for the broken. previously, "i will wait for you until the very end" cover credits to baybiwillow TW if you or a loved one is experiencing suicidal thoughts, please call or text (or have them call or text) the National Suicide P...
