Tasteless
It's hard to describe
how this feels,
to have life slip from your hands
to have your breath
peeled from your lungs
to have your eyes too dry to cry,
and heart to heavy to keep beating
I might as well tell myself
to stop breathing
for my empty soul has shattered
and I have lost all that mattered
with every sip of this toxic
my lips grow pale,
every kiss with you,
the memory is stale
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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