short poem – Page 8

There’s a difference between missing someone and missing having someone.

you don’t miss me, you’re just lonely // a.s.m

I either feel like I’m too much or not enough.

i’ve never felt just right for anybody // a.s.m

you and i
are under a spotlight and
there’s not much room in this
petri dish to dance,
so hold me close and sway with me darling,
dip me over the edge.

because they’re watching our every move // a.s.m

I was your shooting star: just
a bright wish passing by
to get you through a dark time. But
you are my moon, persistently
invading my
thoughts at night and burning
your afterimage into my
mind.

you never loved me, but my love for you is imprinted in my irises // a.s.m

My therapist once told me that overcoming an addiction is a daily battle: I will always crave a cigarette on my lunch breaks, and I will always instinctively reach for a razor blade when life is on overdrive. Every day is a war with my mind to not give in to itself. I wonder if it’s going to be like that with you, too. I wonder if every day I will fight not to pick up the phone just so I can hear your voice.

people are drugs, too // a.s.m

Looking back, I’m thankful that you hurt me. If you hadn’t, I probably would have stayed.

when you made me cry, I finally realized how bad we were for each other. so thank you for opening my eyes.

We are searching for love because we fear loneliness. We fear loneliness because we fear ourselves.

nobody can save you from yourself

She feels like a limb I didn’t know I was missing; she feels like home.

the worst part about discovering your missing limb is learning how to live without it again.

You are my sun; your body against mine is the only warmth I need.

without you it is dark and cold

It’s that much easier for you to suffocate me now that your hands aren’t in mine.

because if i’m not holding your hands then they’re around my neck, and every time you smile without me hurts a little bit