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 Jun 2017 Michelle
MG
Three
 Jun 2017 Michelle
MG
I smoked three cigarettes today.
Three.
My "magic" number.
All to make you go away.
Leaning to poison to ease my void
that you left me.
Three.
My heart is empty.
My soul is closed.
My bed is cold.
Three.
All because you came back into my life at 3am.
Three days ago.
Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci

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