it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken dear
and i can’t help but to think of
how your fingers fit perfectly between mine
or how your hair perfectly hid your face
and that one freckle that was next to your left eye
you never liked your large hands
but i loved how they kept mine warm in the winter
and you hated your haircut
but i thought it made you look beautiful
and you couldn’t stand that one little freckle
but i thought it was perfect
i hated my abused wrists
but you would kiss them every day
and i never liked my haircut either
but you said it was gorgeous
and i always tried to hide that one scar on my right cheek
but you told me it just added to my beauty
we both hated ourselves
and loved each other
and lived for one another
so that’s why when you told be to keep strong for you
that you couldn’t make it anymore
i felt that a part of me died too
i.m.
I used to live in a world where I
couldn’t wait to go to sleep because my dreams were better
than my reality. Everything around me while I was awake was
terrifying. Eventually those fears moved into my dreams,
and now I can’t fall asleep at night. My dreams are
haunting and terrifyingly vivid. Everything I’m
scared of has seeped into my dreams and now I’m just
scared to live.
the bed
the bed is so warm
with you laying here by my side
and we lay and laugh
and slowly drift to sleep
the bed is lonely
when you spend your nights out
and come home drunk
and sleep on the couch
the bed is chilly
without you laying here next to me
because you stay at her house now
and pretend I don’t know about it
the bed is weary
and you’re not around to care
because we’ve said our goodbyes
and you went on your way
the bed is empty
because I couldn’t bare to sleep
or even live without you
so no one is around to use it anymore
-i.m.