My inadvertent pattern of being pursued, subdued, and then emotionally misused.
Month: February 2021
Empty
As you left
I laid my head
upon the dock...
Then I smothered out
my cigarette...
On your empty bottle top...
Left
Hours turned into days
and days became a year...
I dare you to now recognize
the girl that you left here.
$5.99

Bitter
The taste of me is sure to leave pure bitterness on your tongue... Because then you'll know I'm sober, and that'll ruin all your fun.
Finally
Your body silently lays right besides mine... Creating a warmth I cannot define. My sweat begins to bead and my heart starts to pound... As I realize what I had lost has finally been found.
Heaved
At this point I know
that the silence I've received...
Hits me so much harder...
Than any words
you've ever heaved.
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