Missing (still)

I do things that would make you hate me
because if it's all my fault, I
can't hate you.
Im wrapped in the kind of smoke
that is more addicting than you,
my fingers are burning from torch flame
warmer than you ever were.
The voices in the music
in my ears are softer than yours,
telling me what I need to hear without
promising me anything.
These words I write with a pen you searched for,
left here by mistake. You
sit greatful for those mistakes while
they sit helpless like empty cans of beer you've
abandoned under the stars, down dirt roads.
Bed of your truck, sleeping bag.
The f*****g sky.
This place is no longer missing you but
for some reason, I am missing
still.

Reviews

[willweb]

Extremely sad still it was beautiful. I enjoyed this poem today.

[Sami Khalil]

Sad and turtuous indeed. Thank you for letting all out...:).....................

[BlueZan]

Thank you for reviewing, love!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:)................

[Shaquana Adams]

This is so sad. My favorite lines were "These words I write with a pen you searched for,
left here by mistake". What a creative way to write it. Good job :)

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

There is such torture within your words here. This is an affecting piece indeed.

[BlueZan]

Thank you for reading :)