you come back.
every goddamn night.
you cut througt my dreams
like an old, rusty knife,
one that doesn´t even hurt right
anymore
but still cuts.
i see you there,
sitting,
somking nothing,
looking at me like we never even were.
and i move closer,
because i´m an idiot,
because i never learned to leave in
time,
beacause i´d rather have your ghosts
than this life full of empty spaces.
i wake up soaked in sweat,
heart pounding loud
in a room that doesn´t even remember
you.
how ridiculous,
dragging your remains around in my
pockets,
dreaming of you,
begging you to come back
when you don´t even know who i was
anymore.
and here i am,
waiting for the next night,
the next wound,
the next dream
where you´ll kill me
a little bit more.
About the Creator
Javier
My name is Javier, and I find inspiration in every story people share with me. From their words, poems and tales are born, written with passion,
Comments (1)
This one aches in all the right, wrong places. You’ve portrayed the vicious loop of longing and self-inflicted pain with brutal clarity. ✨