Grateful: For You

Alex PB


Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

The books I read from you now leave cuts,

The music I listened from you now make my stomach twist,

The time spent with you is catching up with me,

The time spent with you is now a memory only,

I can't ever hate you, you gave time to my idiot self,

I can only hate myself and my idiot self,

The only kiss on my cheek still makes me dream,

And when I want you all I have to dream,

When I want to feel your hand I just dream,

When I want your presence I just dream,

You know how to make me bleed,

You know how to make me kneel,

You know how to make me cry,

You know how to make me die,

To move on is to remove a piece from yourself,

Cut deep in the flesh that was growing within you,

With the sharpest knife mixed with blood and sweat,

If you touch a line then you'll bleed starlight red,

Whilst you fall in between a sleep and dream,

That's the only time you can enjoy it again,

That'll be the only time I can enjoy you again,

Slept with my arms tight around my pillow,

As it takes my tears and suffocates me.

  • Author: APB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 5th, 2025 05:49
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 8
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem full of pain and anguish. It bleeds raw and open. Sad



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