Lukewarm

poem by: Theresa Taylor
Written on Aug 07, 2016 

It's all lukewarm
after I've had you
I thrust myself into the deep
Hoping to feel a feeling that will keep
But I am neither hot nor cold
I taste nothing dull or bold
I'm blank
Blank as the space you generated in our bed
The morning you left still plays over and over in my head
That tiny paper, that little note
Left me full of tears, empty, no hope
Lukewarm is the torture in which I exist
To feel nothing that goes on and on is worse than death's kiss

 

Tags: Pain, Love, Sad,

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