I loved you
I write it past tense
but it’s a current affliction,
an addiction
without a vein
I am trying my best
to start over again.
You are an illness
and a plague,
your arms were an early grave
but I’d entomb myself in them
one more time
if you’d just be mine.
You’re a ghost
and you haunt my heart,
rattle against its walls
until it falls apart
but I can be in pieces
and love you anyways.
I just need you to stay.
If this is how I go
then I am already gone,
there will be no moving on
from you.
Your name whispers
in every breath
you are the death
of me.
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