Need

Day 29: 

I need her,

Like the waves need the moon to move

I need her.

I need her in every way.

She made the inevitable form of death not even cross my mind.

Who is her you ask?

She is everywhere, she's in the sunlight peeping through the blinds of my windows,

She's in every dust particle in my room.

Ah, sweet young love. 

Fresh. Alive. Pure.

But now, what's left?

Empty beer bottles on my nightstand, stale cigarette breath, dried tears.

"We part only to meet again," I keep saying to myself, knowing it's not true.

Without her, I'm nothing.

Day 142:

I needed her.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741