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Jun 2015
Years later now you are still in my dreams,
so sweet they make me sick and I awake in a
cold sweat. alone. freezing but truly devoid of
all feeling. numb. but nauseous with my traitorous heart
riotously repeating. ba bump ba bump ba bump.
but they never said it would be so fleeting
the one in your life you loved in a world so
misleading following you back into your psyche
your silly boy dreams all these years later
beginning to end and back again the poetic meanings
and you just want to call her a ***** but you can not bring
yourself to stop breathing and start screaming
only darkness is comforting where do you go
to forget you need eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
but mine is only bleeding and my gut is ripping myself open so simply
that I feel like a child teething, bone going through gums cutting
and gnashing and your face your beautiful face and your smile
and laugh and those eyes and your body and your soul and your
****** up heart and mind wrapping around mine but no
years later I still realize everything we had was merely
a Lie.
John Ashton Upston
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John Ashton Upston
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