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you keep saying that i've changed.
i know,
these bones don't feel quite the same.
so many different versions
of me have passed by you.
always afraid; always so alone.
our souls have intertwined
so many times
and we don't even know it.
but i know in every variant of myself
i have loved you.
based off the song same soul by pvris
She is situated by the window with her eyes fixed on the empty night
"When did this happen?"
"You're asking the wrong question."
She inhaled all the despaired air, and it becomes her.
"Shut your eyes. What do you see?"
"Darkness."
He does not recognise her, and neither does she.
"Is this who you are now?"
"Maybe."
You feel a sudden shift in time,
but you do not want to admit anything.
So we lie in bed,
because that seems like the only solution.
I fall asleep in your arms,
you write me this *ecliptic rhyme
.
Only one I can solve,
as the new moon and stars set.
I slowly can feel chills,
an emptiness consumes my every thought.
I cannot bare to hold it all in,
my knees and hands hit the concrete.
Blood runs from my ears,
I yell but nothing comes out.

All my missing feelings and emotions
come back and
  devour  my breath.
I frantically take my fist
and carve 'help' in the dirt.
Falling back I hit my head on the tree,
you wake me up hours later.
You swear I am alive,
but everything is drained.
Kenophobia is the fear of voids or empty spaces.
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You can feel empty, but still that somehow could
eat you alive, more than being occupied
with the real world.
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