coming back home
to those empty walls;
craving food
which could also be love;
hearing the emptiness of my heart
growing bigger and bigger until it stops.
closing my eyes and seeing my death --
the causes of nightmares and insomnia;
cleaning the kitchen that is never used;
breathing for you,
even though you do not exist.
looking at the quiet room -- imagining it full;
the bed remains made
because nobody cared to mess it
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
coming back home
to those empty walls;
craving food
which could also be love;
hearing the emptiness of my heart
growing bigger and bigger until it stops.
closing my eyes and seeing my death --
the causes of nightmares and insomnia;
cleaning the kitchen that is never used;
breathing for you,
even though you do not exist.
looking at the quiet room -- imagining it full;
the bed remains made
because nobody cared to mess it
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