b u r n t o t e a r s - a personal collective

Poetry |
Diseased
I’ll just wallow in the misery
Of grief I created in my head
My mind is so infected
With sick thoughts of you

I died while I was sleeping
Dreaming of your kiss
My lips have burned for ages
That fire is my life

I walked into the trap
Clamps around my legs
I run around in circles
Twirling in my mind

Feeble are your attempts
Trying to bring me back
I’m here and I am leaving
I’m coming to the end

Falling into your arms
They’re tied behind your back
I’m standing here in front of you
Waiting for you to see me

Talk to me, I need you in my life
You’re dying in your head
Your mind is so infected
With diseased thoughts of me