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;


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

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