You made me realize that I am not ok with being alone.
I miss having someone to fall asleep with
and wake up with
and walk and talk and cry and dream with
and whatever else it is I miss.
I lied when I said I didn't want it.
I lied to myself and cheated us of the memories to be made.
The clock strikes one in the a.m.
Nothing is resolved.
Suicidal tendencies are creeping in again.
The sun is hours away.
Sleep even further.
The sky is so very black.
Did you notice?
Lingering winds strike my face with fury.
It pains and will not let me be.
Though I think I deserve every bit of it.
So beautiful and so tortured.
Give me flowers now,
for when I'm dead
I'll no longer smell the sweetness that they'll bring.
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Kia ORa (Hello) from a krazy blogger down under in New Zealand. I was surfing the blog world when your blog popped up so I thought I would say hello. I enjoyed reading the poem.
kelvin, thanks much for the comment. i'm glad you like the poem. and hello to you, too. it's nice to be noticed.
its hard to comment, wonder if i'm even allow'd, but i have no words,and my silence would say it all, but you're to far away to hear it.
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