You take me by hand,
you are delicate with him,
allowing the happiest moments.
You grab me by my wrist,
with brute force,
since he isn't here,
it's moment to fall back into my thoughts.
You drown me without sea,
the breath that you have stolen,
and the pain you have inflicted onto my chest.
You dehydrate me without desert,
all passion I had,
aspirated from my being,
happiness with it.
You have tricked me once again,
thinking you had left me,
since life was joyous once again.
You have defeated me once again,
your deceit has taken me off guard,
the season of your depression has returned,
and I don't have the self control to prevent my own fall.
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
