Dry

words please don’t leave me,
need release
surplus incites,
tears swallow me,
voids from pieces freely given,
damaged goods, used, abandoned;
improved upon by those who care,
foggy thoughts attempt despair,
the script I’ve written, ripped apart,
highlights of where I’ve been, am at;
the good times lacking
their fair share,
something’s always lurking there,
happy pursuit, or gray demise,
memories of pain and lies;
knowing I’m not a victim here,
I’ve told my own, had swords to bare,
through words,
my twisted tongue released,
protection from a quiet peace;
can’t blame the ones
that left me here,
still wish they craved
my soul to steer,
lonely alone,
abyss to fill,
one final pour,
come, take a sip;
replenishment will be required,
just want to fill,
be filled together,
melt into me,
ancient desire;

love,

your emotional vampire

_________________________

Emily Cloward © 2018

3 Comments Add yours

  1. tara caribou says:

    I loved this line:
    “the script I’ve written, ripped apart”
    I like this.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Tara, I appreciate that.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.