Pain.

As i think you've noticed in my poems, I'm not really one for rhyming. Also this is a bit more morbid than any of my other poems. My poems seem to be dark but this has been my darkest yet i think.

I wanted to breathe smoke.

Black, fog. The kind of fog you run from when you're alone.

Her words, those dreadful words oh how they made me want to slice open a vein.

 

Let the pain flow

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Each drop crashing onto the white tile floor.

Making a puddle of memories.

Memories of you and me.

Memories of long nights spent thinking of ways to quit this horrible addiction to your acid tounge.

 

It's tingly, burning sensation is so tasteful.

My own brand of heroin.

The withdrawl must be hell.

 

But how could I possibly quit something so alluring?

I'd rather taste death.

As I am now.

 

The wind pushed my hair back and made my eyes water as my stomach churned from the height.

It was obvious.

Pavement and rust is all I tasted.

With eyes open, I still waited for you.

 

As the medics discussed the time of death,

I took a breath and begged for silence.

Reviews

[alyssa]

WOW! this poem has strong emotions! I felt every world! the format is great too! Very creative write!
alyssa