This bed feels empty
When you're not in it
As does this body
Because without you
It's just a hollow shell
A cocoon
Waiting for the catalyst of
my metamorphosis—
My bed, now like a void in outer space
A black hole
Sucking the light
Out of
every
little
living thing
When it's without you
When it misses you
My bed
This bed
Feels dead without you.
YOU ARE READING
Let My Words Be Yours
PoetryYou'll know these words are yours when you read them. These are for you, just you and no one else. Read them, feel them... feel me.
