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.
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Author:
mirrorball (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 22nd, 2024 03:54
- Comment from author about the poem: AH??? this is so impromptu but I'm only doing this to feel productive and little bit happy. thank you for reading!!!
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
This is love, even when it hurts. Good for you for creating something that makes you feel better. That's self-love. 🌹
Omg! thank you so much. im glad u commented
Beautiful but sad, nice poem mirror. Love the way the words just fit so perfectly together and it sounds soo good.
this means a lot to me. thankyou so much!!!!
The words... Fit it all fits its amazing how one little thing can lead to all of this. I love the effort the pain just all of it. Keep it up plz!!!
THANK YOU!!! this made my day. I'm so glad you feel the pain behind it
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