Please.
Give me something to hold on to,
a light to cut the night,
a beacon that shines through
the fog in my head.
I am drowning in you.
Still, though it's killing me, I'm
like a thirteen year old huffing glue.
Yeah, my mind is
stuck on you.
Your face is stuck in my head
like the most annoying song I know
over and over on the radio
on every channel. On repeat.
In every dream,
in every day,
you sing to me in every song.
In every word
you whisper
'I miss you.'
I miss you.
I miss you more than air if
every word I write was a
bag over my head
or a noose around my neck.
I miss you with every promise of
forever
broken and
stabbed into my heart, still
beating with the word
always.
Til my blood runs blue through
these bullet wounds
I miss you.
So I'll lie here,
curled up like a fist
protesting death
(protesting you)
because you taught me
what real loss feels like,
and maybe when I'm
reborn from this fetal position
I'll be invincible-
unconquerable.
Strong enough
to get over you.
Elizabeth Grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-498/
