Empty

A Poem by Amanda Marie

Sometimes I wake up and almost believe that you are still here next to me. I think it's because I dream of you at night.

Every morning since you left, I've grasped the empty sheets, looking for someone to hold onto...Needing someone to hold onto.

You were my light. You were my f*****g light, and now you're gone and I'm drowning in empty darkness and empty sheets and empty bottles of liquor. My chest feels empty too, ever since you left. It's like my tear-stained heart dragged itself right out of me, leaving me even emptier than I was before. I don't blame it - if I could drag my tear-stained soul out of my tear-stained body, I would.
Maybe then I'd be able to breath and my mind would be clearer.
And maybe then I wouldn't feel so f*****g empty.