indian summer.

[Shuddr2Think]

im alone again
sitting here listening to
silence from your room
pictures in my head of what
you might be doing
always silent
and alone..
and as always
wishing i had a reason
to make my way there
to you
but our differences
have began making us
indifferent.
and i don't know where to begin
where to jump off
or when to give up.
the words i speak seem to
fade in the presence of you
my thoughts obsolete and
insecurities once again
getting the best of me
you glimmer in my world
an object i can't reach
a word spoken never
understood
ultraviolet and unseen
ever present
accepted but never realized
a part of my day
a way to know i am still
alive
you remind me of indian summer
never realized fully until
that last ray
that last bit of warmth is
gone
and i am left cold in your absence
shuddering shivering and confused
overthinking
and again alone in my bed...

 

[harraser]

Oh my god this is amazing!!!

and i don't know where to begin
where to jump off
or when to give up. neither do I

and i am left cold in your absence
shuddering shivering and confused
overthinking
and again alone in my bed... Ive spent sooo many nights like that, alone at home, going over and over what I did and what I could have done wrong, Im a chronic overthinker. briliiant work!!!! probably the closest to home poem Ive read in a while, great

 

[rm-rf]

I enjoyed this

 

[Azurae]

Ahhh, this poem reminds me of Bad Luck Lopez...
-Aura