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Friday, May 10, 2024

aching

I don't want to get better 
I want to rot away here in this room
I don't want a new job or a promotion 
I don't want to plunge forward
I don't want hope, I don't want joy, I don't want new experiences 

I want to waste away. I want to stop eating. I want to lose myself between awake and asleep. I want to not know what time it is because it all blurs together 
I want to think of him and to feel his absence and want him back 
I want him to take me 
I want to tell him I love him
I want him to hear it and I want him to feel it
I want the pain to stop but I also don't because 
If the pain stops 
What is this?
What am I? 

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