An Overdose of Her
I thought I knew what love was, I thought it had your face,
It was us in an empty world, together no matter the place,
We went through so much I thought each time was a phase,
But now I'm undead standing in the posionous haze,
Like some traumatic flash you breach my walls every day,
And god damn how I wish I could beg you to stay,
Now it is I who must walk before I begin to decay,
Your name rots inside me like the leftovers of prey,
I hang a noose to squeeze the memories out of my head,
I lay awake all night, restless in an empty bed,
Selfishly I wish one of us was dead,
Anything to be anywhere but here instead,
And one day I will look back and see your crime,
Tears and blood all dry with time,
I will laugh thinking we were so sublime,
But until then I will try and let you die in my mind.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.