I walk the world searching for beauty and poetry. Someone beautiful who will feed my hunger, give me pleasure so pure, so whole, so good that it takes away the isolation of my pain. I go from place to place trying to get my satisfaction. I don't even wish for a miracle.I just want a day without pain or triggers to remind me of my pain. I hope for days without pain on the menu. Sometimes I bury those feelings so deep I can't find them. The past troubles me as much as my present.
Monday, April 05, 2010
should have been me.
You are not here and I'm going to guess at all the things you are doing. All the things you are doing instead of loving me. All the trips you are planning that don't include me. All the texts you are sending that don't come to me. All the birthdays you are planning that are not mine. I want to hold my breath till you come to your senses and love me again. I don't want to breathe without you.
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