Don’t look for love.
Be love.
it is not a choice i made to have the words choke me like a gag order around my throat. i did not ask for words that clog my nares
By Sara about a year ago in Poets
i will die wanting you. i will breathe my last breath with your name on my lips the taste of you still lingering on my tongue.
I am an addict. Pill bottles spilling with images in my head. I am a slave to the voices That eat away at my brain like acid
you left 3 lines of white powder and a pit in my stomach. when you left my throat closed regurgitating the taste of you
i let you use me. don’t judge. i did it for the poetry. i did it for the darkness in me that needs to be fed in lies
On the days my socks are soft And I write about the smell of coffee I miss the days I walk barefoot On the warpath of my rage.
My being is scattered In people who walk the earth With a part of me That they never returned. My soul is held captive
We were never meant to be. In hindsight I think we both knew. But our light Blinded reason. You never told me you loved me.
You abandoned my cold body On the bed When you were done with her When you finished licking every curve Sucking out every ounce of life
when you leave me do I stay on your mind like you linger in mine as I trace the bruises you left me with and count the ones you healed.
it’s the accumulation of cobwebs swept out from under the rug making you cough so your throat constricts. the pile of feelings
i hadn't let anyone's arms wrap around me until you came. i didn't want the aching throb of emptiness when you left.
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