I miss you
But not in the way that’s deemed appropriate
I miss your bones
The way your poison invaded my veins and my very being
I miss your toxic company
I miss your tender violence engulfing my existence
For I found peace in your chaos
I miss your dark soul devouring every bit of light
I miss your hollow eyes looking back at me and emptiness in my stomach.
My frail hand brushing your sunken in cheeks
I miss your cold, dark, arms embracing me, like a lighthouse bringing me home.
I miss you
Bruised knees, bloody knuckles, all for you my body buckles
For you were my love, my friend, my greatest joy
I now feel empty without you
But why?
You tried to kill me
You took my breath and heartbeat away
But I loved you
You took my life and friends away
But I loved you
You took everything from me
But I still miss and love you
But you
You are shots of Hennessy mixed with oxycodine
The highest high my dangerous love
The clock strikes 3:00 am I know you’re here but I cannot feel you anymore, I know you know I am there but you can no longer feel me. There’s only dust in the places we used to sleep in my heart. And to lose you, my greatest love, is a blessing.
- Author: Anya (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 19th, 2022 12:55
- Comment from author about the poem: Trigger warning: the following piece depicts my struggle with anorexia, I have been in recovery for 3 years but have had lapses with the deadly disease. This above piece is my first poem I’ve ever written. While I don’t miss the illness I miss the familiarity of my disease, the comfort in the sickness. To write this felt like I set myself free
- Category: Reflection
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