I drink water out of a wine bottle
Pretending that it's whiskey
That is what I wish it to be
~
I turn over in my bed cold
With no comfort
Deprived
A coward ran away from true love
~
I sit in darkness
A headache from crying too much
A piece of me left
The skin that felt like home
~
Stricken in the guts
Left me on my own
A soft voice
I no longer hear
Used to bring
music to my ears
The laughter that lit my fire
A silent ringing pierces thick air
Curdled blood shifts through
Pain I can no longer bare
So
I cut my hair
Heavy and thick
No longer a weight I could bare
The split
I wanted to forget
But it persists
As does the name on my heart
Calling me
Aching
Remembering the kisses on my face
The way a hand felt on my cheek
In mine
My hand
Misses the soft curly locks twirled in fingers
Soft red
My lips miss
The freckled skin they used to kiss
Soft lips
My eyes
Every inch, everything
Especially
The soft green
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About the Creator
Tanya Lei
A poet, if nothing else.
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
From my mind, to yours.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
Ouch, it feels like the kind of heartbreak that lingers in the bones long after the tears stop. Sometimes healing starts not with forgetting but with remembering gently. 💖