i live a million lives
while you sleep.
i live a life of mornings
where the sun burns
and i find you
in the cupboards
i slam shut,
swirling in the black brew
that scalds my tongue.
i like to watch the pot
s i m m e r.
i live a life of afternoons
when the sky staggers
under the weight of time
and you are in the sunset
because you never stay.
i like to watch the day
s i n k.
i live a life of nights
when i howl at the moon
and smoke in my t-shirt
on a sidewalk somewhere
far away from you.
i like to watch the ashes
c r u m b l e.
a million lives
and i still
cannot live without you.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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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 drafts4 days ago in Longevity
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I always get excited when I see a new piece by you. You never disappoint
I feel the anguish, pain and suffering; exceptional prose.
This hits hard I love this poem❤️❤️❤️