7 | 31 Poems for August 2017

I write to write yet somehow the emptiness remains.
Because at the end of the day, words are just empty air.
Because at the end of today, you will no longer be there.
You will no longer be there to do all the things we used to do.
How dare you tell me that all of this is tougher for you?
Like I didn’t feel all the pain and heartbreak you put me through.
Words are unnecessary because these battle scars tell their own story.
Love no longer circulates the room – you can feel it in the air.
By the way you breathe and how you stand still when you stare.
I clearly don’t need to be alone; I just need to be whole.
I need to feel the fire being re-ignited in the depths of my soul.
During my darkest nights, I manage to see the light much clearer.
I write to write yet somehow the emptiness remains.
Because at the end of the day, words are just empty air.
Because at the end of today, you will no longer be there.