December 14, 2013, 2:08 a.m.

I'm not sure if this actually counts as a poem, but its an entry straight from my own personal journal, and it best suites the poem category, in my own opinion.

The smell of your cologne haunts me

It no longer lingers in my room

Its been months of trying to eliminate it

Its been 10 months alone

My skin misses you

My heart cries your name for hours

At the sight of the moon.

But the pieces are barely held together by the seams.

And I can't breathe the same air anymore

I can't breathe at all

But when I can and my brain starts to work

I remember the way it smelled

I remember your room

The mess

The homeliness I felt in the dark

A humid day

And your bony frame holding me

And you kissing me for the first time

No fireworks or moment of complete silence

But a spark

Your lips are matches

And my lips the breathe flames to keep people out

You lit a fire between us

The first time I was ever on fire

And you tried to extinguish me

Out went our flame

Out went my own flame

But the embers still burn strong

Burning up the rest of me

Until I'm nothing but ashes

Reviews

[Twizzler]

This is absolutely amazing! Such powerful feelings in your words and I too, have been there and relate to exactly what you have written. The longing and the sadness that seems all consuming and unbearable leaves you a wreck, yet such beautiful writing comes from it. Thank you for sharing.