Tell me...
Tell me those words that I long to hear.
Feel me.
Feel the love that I have stored away in a box for you -
it beats on its own.
I'll open the box when you're ready to
receive it.
Run in me.
Run through my soul like agave nectar.
Align all my senses;
make me feel a depth that only
love can carry.
Tell me...
Tell me you love me.
Why do I wish for this?
This is only in my dreams.
When I wake up,
you're not there.
You're not in my sights,
and I don't know if I'm in your heart.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
