A Cry For Help
I miss smiles that hurt without any pain
and the gentle kiss of laughter.
A version of me that exists only in memory
I feel shackled by the knowledge.
I miss words that danced from cheek to tongue
Out into a world that no longer hears the words i say.
I pray,
One day, I will be strong enough to say.
Enough.
I miss nights where sleep was a loving friend
We'd dance and talk the whole nights end.
I miss love that was love and not just the pretence
Not, not being in love just feeling the feelings.
I miss loving myself and letting love in.
If I do say enough
Where do i even begin?
I am a shell of what is me,
That misses himself dearly,
Every. Single. Day.
Copyright © Conner Gillespie | Year Posted 2022
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