the silence
is loud
without you.
there are no words
in my empty head
left.
my chest is
hollow
and i don’t know
why people do
what they do.
i just do it with them.
i saw you today
and i did not fall
back
into your arms
because my skin
crawls now
when people touch
me.
my memory
is a broken record player
your thumb on my lips
your eyes in my soul
your face
when you turned
away.
i liked your prison
until i bled onto the
ground
you drank the last drops
of my soul.
i don’t like people
anymore.
i don’t know
why.
but your hands
make my loneliness
safe
and my empty bed
soft.
do not touch me.
i do not like to be touched.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Forgiveness Is A Heart Cleanser
Ivarie and Devon were shocked when their fourteen-year-old daughter and twelve-year-old son demanded a family meeting as they stepped inside from school. Both sat on the sofa, curiosity lining their faces as they waited for them to take their bags to their room. Ivarie checked her phone to see if anyone from their school had sent her a warning or a message.
By Annelise Lords 4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I don't like people anymore. That was soooo relatable! Loved your poem!
so heartfelt and well written. Thes lines were superb: 'i liked your prison until i bled onto the ground' well done
So impactful with every single word