short poems

The silence of your mind burns through my skin. with every breath I take my lungs give out. 

Is this torture or just your thing...


My blood shot eyes still move to you even when mind screams “NO”

My heart still beats even when you grow cold.


You say to me, that distance makes you hurt

You miss me, you love me, you cant wait to kiss me... but

Why am I the one who aches when your voice I cannot hear

When your whispers of life I can’t see

When your day starts and when it ends...

Why can you stand not saying good____.

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