"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

After A Breakup.

I'm afraid to admit
I feel sort of out of it.
I'm just too tired I think
To invest the time
To step off the brink
I can't continue to lie
And say I'm fine
And turn around
And die every night.
Every night
A little bit of me dies.
Hi,
Do you care at all?
Hi,
Did you ever?
Hi,
It's been a while,
Want to catch up over coffee?
Hi,
Did you know you've damaged me?
Hi.
How are you?
I miss you.
I wish I could kiss you.
I wish I could forget you.
I wish I could relive you.
I wish I could be without you.
I wish I was whole without you.
I want to be whole again.

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