12:22 pm
my eyes were like fire,
getting lost in thought of you
w/ desire.
i wanted you here
as i sat at the end of the pier.
you made my heart twist,
and i wanted to resist.
my feet got to the ledge
and soon i reached the edge.
as my breathing
q u i c k e n e d ,
i though of you more -
the smiles,
the cuddles,
the memories ;
came out of every pore.
the pit in my stomach deepens
and
the fall of wet tears quickens.
wind around me blew cold,
my soul had been s o l d.
and as my knees slumped -
i sprung off the ledge
and
j u m p e d.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
