PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Nothings of me are not important anymore

I want to take myself back

but too scared to be alone

my body’s slowly faded

into where dust particles hide

And my eyes

need not lamination

my eyes just need you

For a year I give and hope to receive

but your words just slap “Not love”

across my face

yet you torture me with I don’t care

let me know

then caring comes automatically

obviously sickness has spread to your heart

And its dieing

         its always  dieing