losing your religion

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I live for the moments I can get you off my mind

I dread those moments when you claw your way to the forefront of my thoughts

Wondering if I plague your thoughts the way you infest mine

There's an oozing festering wound in my head

It's infected and contaminating the few times where I've stolen happiness w out you

This toxic waste of space in my heart where you still dwell

Mildew-ridden, dank and hollow

That's where you live inside me

In the ugly dark crevices of my subconscious

Where once you resided in the sweeping valleys and laugh-riddled parts of my soul

Those unbelievably pure pieces of myself that only you have laid eyes upon

Placed reverent hands upon

Only you have seen the grace that is my true self

Only you have caressed those inner parts of me that shine brighter than comets striking across a night sky

What's it like having such an anticlimactic fall from my slice of heaven.?

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