I'm dragged back to when I stared 10 years ago
Back when I loved the color red
Back when I was the poet and you forever stayed as the poem
Back when I used to stay as a writer and you forever danced in my words.
You forever stayed, danced, played and made me cry with you but never left
The stories and the films I made, that made you the script and words I could never replace
Back when I used to cry with the words and laugh with the sences
Back when I used to long for your comments on my stories
I never thought I would wish to die remembering those moments that I used to cherish so much
I hate myself for drowning back where I curled myself up from
The dirty crusty mind that I hate and still do but you made me want to love them all over again
I don't want this anymore I hate to say it out loud that I hate you cause I can't hate myself
I love myself but I don't know if its true or not
But I want to hate you but I can't and that is making me hate you all over again
I want to go back but can you tell me not to?
YOU ARE READING
Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoetryThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...
