the pain of losing someone
it strikes sharp
a needle aimed exactly right where it breaks the most
and the tiny hole created slowly grows heavier
burdened by the swallowed words you could've said to them
you force yourself to stop the bleeding in your gaping hole
but your arms are already tired from trying to hold onto the last shred of light
your feet are stained with bruises and cuts that leave crimson colored footsteps
they left you with the bitter aftertaste of unspoken words
candy cotton promises of the future we never got to share
the smell of smoke from burning hazy memories in the fire of our charred throats
you hear the world as deafening emptiness and everything around you has turned into ashes of silence
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
the pain of losing someone
it strikes sharp
a needle aimed exactly right where it breaks the most
and the tiny hole created slowly grows heavier
burdened by the swallowed words you could've said to them
you force yourself to stop the bleeding in your gaping hole
but your arms are already tired from trying to hold onto the last shred of light
your feet are stained with bruises and cuts that leave crimson colored footsteps
they left you with the bitter aftertaste of unspoken words
candy cotton promises of the future we never got to share
the smell of smoke from burning hazy memories in the fire of our charred throats
you hear the world as deafening emptiness and everything around you has turned into ashes of silence
