I don't know why I reopen old wounds.

I guess it's because I just want to
Feel Again.

I trace fingers down my arm,
Imagining yours,
Inked.
 

I close my eyes,
Think back to us,
Memories.


Your tattooed arm,
My favorite beanie,
Gone.

 
Your smile,
Your hug,
Missing.
 

Am I supposed to leave you?
Am I supposed to forget?
Even though it was you,
Do you still miss me?
Questions.
 

I know it’s your dream,
Since you were a kid.
But now that you’ve met me,
Do you see me beside you in it?
Dreams.
 

I’m not used to this,
I can’t do it.
I lean down my pillow,
And I still smell your scent
Empty.
 

Why can’t you come home?
I need you now,
I’ve never felt this way before,
Please, help me.
Pleads.
 

I don’t like being alone,
 I miss my heart beating,
At your smile.
When it flutters,
At your touch.
Addicted.


Like a drug.
You aren’t good for me.
Who am I kidding?
I need you so bad.
Drugged.
 

I want your kiss,
Your skin upon mine,
Your lips against mine,
Your soothing words melting mine.
Wishes.
 

Your tattoos,
Meaningless.
Yet so many reasons,
For every single one.
Trance.
 

A tear falls.
My heart against yours,
Racing each other,
But staying close.
Metaphors.
 

Love was once a mistake.
And I never trusted again.
Then I met you,
And you turned my world around.
Happiness.
 

Maybe I’m dreaming,
I close my eyes.
I’ll wake up with you in my bed,
And forget everything.
Disappointment.
 

These are real tears,
You’ll never be able to see,
That I hate to admit it,
But I think I love you.
Light bulb.

 
And I realize.
You kisses make me wanna fly.
Those nights with you made me feel special.
That’s all you wanted.
Recognize.

 
I held on to the man of my life,
But let go.
Now I’ll never be able to see you again,
Because I didn’t get it.
Understood.


These tears keep flowing,
Now I get it.
I held my walls for too high,
Too long.
Corrected.

 
Can you hear me?
I want you to know,
This poem is for you,
My aesthetic pleasure.
Literature.


It’s you that I want.
I’m sorry for not believing.
I know you are the one.
My one and only.
Romantic.

 
Take these tears,
To show the world,
Take my blood,
And let me write:
True Love.

She is sitting next to the window,
Rain pouring. 
She was cold,
And he is the warmth.

Her eyes reflect,
The droplets, outside.
Soon become real,
Falling from the inside.

She promised she wouldn't cry.
She didn't when she found him on the ground,
She didn't at the sound of the deafening beep,
She didn't when they lowered him to his grave.

But she guessed,
She held it for too long.
Was it okay?
She can't stop.

She remembers,
When he held her hand,
Wrapped his arms around her,
Kissed Her.
Now she needs that,
To stop hurting.

When she was with him,
She felt contented,
Safe,
Warm.

Why is it,
That when she need him the most,
He disappears,
Forever?

His demise,
She's Pensive, about.
Profusion of questions,
Asking the stated obvious.

If he ever thought she hated him,
Think again.
Look who's crying now.

He is the bones in her body,
The muscle,
Her heart.
She can't live without him.

So, that means she's dead.
 
He's no longer here.
What's the point of living,
If she can't stand up?
If she can't breath?

She knows he isn't coming back,
So she thought it over.
She's got nothing here anymore,
Got nothing to live for.

So she takes the gun,
Placed it to her temple.
So she can be with him know,
They'll be together forever.

“I love you,” she whispers.



And there, stood the grave, right next to his, it was marked:

Anna Stones
1994-2014
Suicide
Depression of Love

She is sitting next to the window,
Rain pouring. 
She was cold,
And he is the warmth.

Her eyes reflect,
The droplets, outside.
Soon become real,
Falling from the inside.

She promised she wouldn't cry.
She didn't when she found him on the ground,
She didn't at the sound of the deafening beep,
She didn't when they lowered him to his grave.

But she guessed,
She held it for too long.
Was it okay?
She can't stop.

She remembers,
When he held her hand,
Wrapped his arms around her,
Kissed Her.
Now she needs that,
To stop hurting.

When she was with him,
She felt contented,
Safe,
Warm.

Why is it,
That when she need him the most,
He disappears,
Forever?

His demise,
She's Pensive, about.
Profusion of questions,
Asking the stated obvious.

If he ever thought she hated him,
Think again.
Look who's crying now.

He is the bones in her body,
The muscle,
Her heart.
She can't live without him.

So, that means she's dead.
 
He's no longer here.
What's the point of living,
If she can't stand up?
If she can't breath?

She knows he isn't coming back,
So she thought it over.
She's got nothing here anymore,
Got nothing to live for.

So she takes the gun,
Placed it to her temple.
So she can be with him know,
They'll be together forever.

“I love you,” she whispers.



And there, stood the grave, right next to his, it was marked:

Anna Stones
1994-2014
Suicide
Depression of Love