woke up on the charcoal road
a sight for sore eyes
barely able to breathecrowds videotaping me
flocking like crows
for a view of the ghost girl once again dyinghe's standing with his hand across mine
crying to the emt's
haven't been his in so long
yet he's telling them he loves me more than everythingi mistake the destruction for admiration
too often, i do this.
i waited for you at the hospital
its been seven months of not hearing your voice
and i feel as if im still there
waiting like a dog for it's owner
waiting on my knees for god
waiting for you to be enough for me
YOU ARE READING
detriment
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