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Jan 2015
AM
Waking up is the hardest part
Black and too-early morning
Stinging eyes
Sinking stomach
When you're asleep
You can't feel the pain
And my mind spins dreams into
Constellations
That glimmer with your memory
But then I wake up
Sheen with sweat
And anger and desperation and a black hole behind my eyes
And I wish I could take a pill
For memories
Because my body physically aches with the crushing weight of a thousand memories
I remember waking up with you
Waking up was the best part
Because we had a tree-carved love
And you kept me in the tattoo on your wrist
And I kept you on the chain that hung from my neck
But now I throw up in the middle of the night
Or awake sobbing heavy tears
While you're miles away
Probably sleeping beside another girl
Stealing her breath as she sleeps so peacefully
Just as you stole my sanity.
written at 4:46 am
Nina
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