How is it that when I'm not
with you, it simply hurts to
think of your name. The butterflies
in my stomach turns into nausea.
The love in my mind turns into disgust.
Up to the point where not being next
to you brings me physical pain.
You were never the man I was just seeing,
you were the hunger and thirst that drove me to insanity when love wasn't there.
YOU ARE READING
waterfalls and rivers
PoetryI wake up. I eat. I work. I come home. And I cry under my sheets. This is seventeen years of swimming through the rivers of my emotions that lead to the waterfall of my tears.
