#emptypoetry

[darkheartspoetry]

Overdose in hand, here I am taking pills, to try and feel whole again.

Withdrawal symptoms.

[darkheartspoetry]

I no longer feel welcome in your arms, but I have nowhere else to call my home.

Outcast.

[darkheartspoetry]

I want to rid my skin of your touch, My mouth of your taste. My ears of the sound of your voice. Your smell in my sheets. I want to rid myself of the memories. But I also want to wrap myself in them Hoping one of them will kill the ache in my chest.

Conflict.

[darkheartspoetry]

The Unappreciated

I'd trade all my tomorrow's To stay like this Because, I believe you can Fix my shattered pieces. Or so I thought.

[darkheartspoetry]

My Morning Coffee

It's 1:23am.. I can't help but feel That our hearts are no longer beating as two But as a single organ And that as we grow older The more we are falling apart Onto different paths Maybe they will cross again Maybe they won't Like my morning coffee Our love has grown cold.

[darkheartspoetry]

Ripples.

I'm sat at the edge,

I can hear you,

calling my name.

I try and follow you,

But I can only sink,

As you tiptoe on the surface.

As I fight to see you again,

Your face becomes clearer.

I can feel your touch again.

As the ripples lap against the banks edge.

And fall silent.

21.08.2014    N.P