the hollow expiration of the modern echo

december 2019

i am tearing myself apart

in my bed at night where

you have lain in the daytime

 

and God! - forever and always -

i want what i cannot have.

i cannot rest; i do not eat -

 

i desire desperately and feel

nothing else but a deep and

pulsing need for something

that will not be mine and i

am in agony; i am facing the

cruelty of mine own nature

and i am suffering through it,

 

i martyr myself for the

sunlight on your face as you

sleep and

 

the cold winter is nothing

for it. i am awake till morning.

you say you have dreamt of

nothing.

Author's Note

i really like this one so if u have criticism please feel free to rip it apart i wanna know if i can make it better