Without You

Without You

A Poem by G. Anderson

This cruel world, I'd
  be lost to.
Six feet under,
  if I didn't have you.
Atop a mountain,
  ready to jump;
thrashing in a river,
  water in my lungs.

Hanged from a rope,
  my face so blue.
For what reason's to live,
  if I didn't have you?
Perhaps leaning on a bridge,
  the cement so high...
Meant to keep us safe, yet
  my method of suicide.

Or an ice cold gun,
  pressed to my chest's grooves.
All because I've lived,
  simply without you.
One, two, three streams
  of crimson sorrow.
This knife ensures, I
  see no tomorrow.

A lone dagger, leading
  me to my death bed.
Darling, without you,
  I'd be dead :)
One touch to my lips,
  this poison sets me free.
For without you, Desolate Stargazer,
  Why would there be me?

- Dedicated to Desolate Stargazer.
- We were born with two legs. Two arms. Two eyes. We were born with two hearts; we just have to find the other one ♥&♥

© 2010 G. Anderson

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Added on May 23, 2010
Last Updated on May 23, 2010
Tags: abuse, angst, life, love, hope, sad, personal


G. Anderson
G. Anderson

Detroit, MI

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