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Qynn Jul 2017
this dull ache in the back of my head
beckons me ever closer
to the edge of this miserable existence,
a painkiller

one step closer to the end
of another chapter
of another life

I am so tired
and no longer do I have it in me
to fight.
Qynn Jul 2017
where you have neglected to look
there I will be
hands clasped, waiting patiently
for a hug or a kiss
maybe even a smile to grace your lips.

I will wait for you to call me back
into your heart -

so that I will no longer wither
alone
and apart from you.
Qynn Jul 2017
I remember the first time you put your hands on me.
I remember feeling the fire in your heart,
and tasting desire on your tongue.
I remember the way it felt to lay against you
and how perfectly our bodies seemed to fit together.
It was like we were hand crafted for one another.

do you remember?

And then, slowly
but ever certain
the fire bled out until it was but an ember -
barely glowing among the ash.

I'm so cold now.
Your body used to keep me warm.
Your breath kept my heart beating.

But now, I am alone
and I am cold
and all I have left to keep my heart humming
are these bittersweet memories
of honeymoon passion
played over and over again in my head.

like your favorite **** star on repeat.
Qynn Jul 2017
Everything I am is too much.
I am an assault to the senses,
and no longer do I dare
to brush against your heart
for fear of an allergic reaction.
Qynn Jul 2017
It feels like an eternity
since the last time I tried to get you to talk.
I've stopped messaging you.
I don't bother trying to start
or hold
any conversation with you
anymore.

There is no point.
The words are empty,
but my heart is full.

So full it hurts.

I wonder, every second of every day
if you miss me
the way that I miss you.

Horribly.
Qynn Jul 2017
I'm hurting.
There is little I can do to hide it.

But though my voice cracks -
my smile as good as wet paint -
I dig my nails into my arm
and still you do not notice the screaming.

You act as if I have never asked for
cried for
begged for help.

Why can't you hear me?
Qynn Jul 2017
You give me words.
Each and every one of you.
You make the world more bearable.
In my sleepless nights,
in the endless, shameful days
I can tuck my guilt away.

But never with my own hands,
only the hands that have helped to fix this broken home
time and time again.

And in my eternal gratitude,
most all I can ever manage
are strained smiles and teary eyes.
But please, my dearest friends -
never doubt for a second
how much I love you.
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