17 Days

Inhale, choke.
Exhale, cry.
All I want to know is why.

Why here? Why now?
Why me? Why us?
I knew from the start
this was more than just lust.

The taste of your lips,
your face when you sleep.
I can't just forget,
it plays on repeat.

Inhale, choke.
Exhale, scream.
I can't ever make you love me.

I wish I was better,
beautiful, sane.
I wish I could show you,
this isn't the same.

The first time we kissed,
the fire in my chest.
Your body in my bed,
my body can't rest.

Inhale, choke.
Exhale, sleep.
I let myself get in too deep.

I'm drinking it down,
I'm taking a pill.
But the monster inside,
it's killing me still.

The last time we kissed,
my bed called your name.
You couldn't resist,
maybe I was to blame.

Inhale, choke.
Exhale, sigh.
I'm not ready to say good bye.

Author's Note

first draft

Reviews

[Alexie]

Is forgot supposed to be forget on line 10?

[A. E. Red]

Thank you!

[Alexie]

No problem! I really enjoyed your poem and I always hate when I have one tiny slip up in one of my poems. I can't wait to read more of your poems