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May 2015
You breathe in.
And I breathe you in.
One last time.
I still haven't let you out.
I taste you in the pavement.
See you
In the rain.
In the passenger seat.
I hear you in every word.
Every syllable and sound.
My stomach coils.
Is that you too?
Wrapping around me?
You slither up to my heart
And squeeze
But not tight enough to ****.
I beg for mercy.
Pray to a god in whom I never believed
You have already let me go
So why am I still not free?
When will you return to me?
After you have crossed seas?
After i have licked the plate clean?
What I would give.
My friend.
What I wouldn't?
The bottle isn't yet empty.
Anything that will keep me from calling you.
From crashing this car.
With foggy vision from tears so salty they could fill lake city.
Tell me old friend.
If you never return.
Will you die inside me eventually?
It seems now
That if you do
I will too.
Hewasminemoon
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Hewasminemoon  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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