Leaves

The 2 A.M Writer

Now that you've seen the ghosts,

and you've drowned yourself,

Now you're left here wondering,

Will your martyr come back?

...

Nothing is undone

But it's still covered in stitches

...

Pulling back my eyes,

and it's all I see

Your tempting suicide is calming,

but will I let myself?

...

Call me back 18 different ways

And not one gives me a fucking clue

...

Drinking from your wounds,

same taste of my regrets

Similarity is what killed you,

and it's what buried me

...

Nothing wants to end

But something wants a reasonable meaning

...

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2017 13:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: About being tempted to go back to something, but your unsure if you should.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • willyweed

    great piece of work here
    But no we can't go back. ww

    • The 2 A.M Writer

      Thanks, and we all have that struggle to

    • Tony36

      Great write



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