One day..
I'll be lonely enough.
All my insecurities
Will rush.
The summer heat
Will eat my sleep.
And my thoughts
Will screech helplessly.
Maybe then
I'll remember you.
To be saved,
Probably, I'll call you.
But then, I realize
You'd be far away.
The way I'd pushed,
You're long gone.
I'll try to swallow,
Everything again.
Karma isn't a bitch,
But you know who is.
I know who is.
Last night.
Maybe be before that.
My poetry died.
Or did I kill her?
I don't know.
I don't care much now.
She choked on me
Or I gagged her.
What can I say?
I couldn't stand her.
She couldn't stand me.
Asphyxiation I guess.
Thoughts in head
Found no words.
Emotions didn't flow
Blood turned thick.
Skin, too smothering
And lapse of purpose.
A good kind of
Claustrophobia?
Possible. Yeah.
Died or killed?
Doesn't matter.
She's just not there.
Turned to dust,
Ashes or memories?
Who knows.
Then the poet?
You may ask.
I guess..just..
Flesh and bones.
He shouldn't matter.