i miss him.
i hate him.
my sweet twisted mind
just enough out of reach
that i let time pass
spinning so desperately
at how his pain
has me craving more
laying my head on his chest
i feel his breath
matching mine.
till i start to feel heavy
of all his doubts
crazy thing is…
if you took it all away from me
i know id be fine
so why am i still bleeding?
Poetry diary 