I never knew death, until it took you
Now I cry out it's name
To ask why it chose you, when I was the sinner
I suppose you can't rest with your shame
My faith has failed; I don't know where you are
Flying in clouds or chained beneath ground?
This bed aches in your absence, and I weep with regret
Your silence is a deafening sound
Grief so thick, I can't see your ghost
I chase shadows of you through the night
Now your skin sleeps in soil instead of my arms
Death is the ending you don't get to write
They tell me to live, but I cannot move
My soul died in my chest when you left
I scream at the sky, then claw at the Earth
Cursing this ground for its theft
Like a lover gone mad, I live in your past
Searching for something to save
I wish I had killed you, just so you'd haunt me
Like roses, I'll die at your grave
YOU ARE READING
Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
