mirrorball

A rant

My blood has frozen, and my body has shut.

But it doesn’t pain me like your words.

I miss your touch, but never your ego rush.

I remember the late nights me drowned in your starry eyes,

They remind me of the lakes, a place we could never relate.

Don’t know about your days, don’t know about your nights,

I sure as hell do miss the fights.

You said I gave you the ick, how could you be such a prick?

You remind me of storms and the dark nights, crying alone in my bedroom all the time.

There\'s nothing to fight cause you\'re all right.

I really tried to save this dying day,

but you stopped to care and pray.

This feels like a rant instead of a poem,

Nothing about life feels so wholesome.

Nobody knows about my dark nights I’ll never let them know all our tricky fights.