we were nothing but some words scribbled on air

we were nothing but some words scribbled on air

A Poem by thespaceinmybed

and all the things I buried
come up through the gut
knocking at my throat
threatening to take my voice
but I fill it with whiskey
and hollow laughter
I drown my secrets 
you never asked
what was wrong with me
it never mattered
in the end
we became strangers again
in the saddest sense of the word
how do you mine your own soul
like there is treasure 
somewhere in the darkness
it was never a good idea
to wander down there
in the empty echoes of a person
you didn't want me
that's what this comes down to 
and no amount of confession
will drag your warmth back 
to my hungry eyes
you are forever distant
a dream 
I was never meant to catch

© 2014 thespaceinmybed


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thespaceinmybed
thespaceinmybed

Los Angeles, CA



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