Remember when you wanted me so bad it killed you to think of losing me?
Your shaky hands and longing stares would bring me to my knees
Now you barely move when I make an entrance
You have mastered being made of stone so well it's no shock your heart has begun to believe it no longer beats in someone alive
Nobody with burning desire and deep affection
Could be so neglectful
You still bring me to my knees
Only I bring my fist with me as all four hit the floor and scream-
"you don't have to love me, but just fucking look at me for once...you're losing me!"
All you had to do was look me in the eyes
Look at the deep depression these rivers carved into my cheeks
You would have seen
the moment we died
YOU ARE READING
Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
