Everytime I talk to her she seems farther and farther away.
I love her and what's made her.
Maybe she loves me because of the comfort I show. I can never seem to keep her in place, her mind constantly wanders.
The more she checks out the more focus I need to pull her back in. She is my home but I'm not hers.
--where is she.
--- she's so far away and I don't think I can bring her back. She's checked out and I'm out of focus. The line between hurt and okay are so blurred right now.
--I have no home.
I'm in the dark and looking but I don't see her. I feel so abandoned I feel so alone.
--sometimes I feel like we never were. She goes away someplace that shadows her love and it's replaced with misguided feelings about every bad thing that anyone has ever done to her and the gun is pointed at me.
-who is she ?
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Black Hole
It’s silent. My mind is black And the feelings that were there are Almost non existent. And it’s not that they aren’t there anymore. It’s that I can’t see them. Every time I crawl from this black hole of depression I feel as if it's too late and it’s sucked in all the love we had. There’s no more of me and of you. There’s just the after. The mess. I try to explain the hole I’ve been in and the scary things I saw and when I look up I realize I’m still in the hole I’ve made my life the hole. Everything seems so dark. Your lips were the only thing that comforted me and now they never touch me. Isolated. I’m so lost here. I don’t even know who I am. She doesn’t even know who I am. In every way I’m different.
By Amanda Mohr6 years ago in Poets
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