Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2017
I gave up my lover
And I gave up my friends
Slowly I become more alone
Counting the days til my dreams come true
And yet I've tied myself down to you
Allowed you to enter my broken soul
To hear my voice and see my tears
Because though I want to die
I'd rather live through this searing pain
If it means
I wake up to you every day
Another old one
Nicole
Written by
Nicole  28/Non-binary/Wisconsin
(28/Non-binary/Wisconsin)   
352
   Jobie
Please log in to view and add comments on poems