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Alexis Sep 2018
my room feels empty
or maybe that’s just me
i feel empty a lot
and by “feel” empty i mean
i don’t feel much of anything at all
i’m just cold
i’m cold because
we’re coming up on winter soon
and i’m alone
i’m alone in my room
and far away from motivation but
submerged in hopelessness
i’m far away from feeling
like i need to be here
and i’m far away from feeling
like anyone wants to
save me
Alexis Sep 2018
my favorite color is orange
like the sun against the evening sky
the evenings we spent together
golden in my memory

your eyes were blue
like my favorite memories of the ocean
skin soft the like sand
my flesh hasn’t felt in years

the grass is green
where i lay my head and remember you
alone in the breeze
that somehow brings your scent to me

i see in red
like the blood you spilled from my heart
warm under the tears
that drown me in my nightmares

darkened; deep black
the pit you left in my chest
the true colors exposed
a love that wasn’t meant to last

— The End —