My eyes droop and tire
I stare in your direction
Longing for you to move
And come back to me
The trees burn and wilt
My hair grows into mats
I cant seem to let go.
My feet stay in place
Soft trinkles of water
Crashes of droplets hit
The uneasy tub
Days pass
I find myself waiting,
Again.
Large knots
In my scalp
Leave me crying
As I can't brush them out.
I'm worn and stained
I'm bruised and rotten
You throw me out
And the fly of your memory buzzes in my ear.
I've been thinking about a past lover lately. I don't really know what to think anymore. I've found myself selfishly longing for them again. Give me your thoughts on my writing. Have a good day as always :)