He was driving her into utter insanity,
Filling her thoughts, blurring her vision,
Birthing questions that had never once found their way into her mind.
He lived in every inch of her brain,
Flooding every corner to the very brim,
The image of his fingers
dancing upon her skin
Kept her up at night,
How she longed for him.
Never able to fall asleep,
By the fear
Of opening her eyes
To find the memory of him fading away.
It crippled her,
Consumed her even.
Without him, she was going insane.
The thing is... I'm not sure what was making her more insane: memories of him or the mere thought of living without him.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
