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
...
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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.
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Comments2
great piece of work here
But no we can't go back. ww
Thanks, and we all have that struggle to
Great write
Thanks
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