how many more bathroom floors will i cry on before you find me
Are you out there?
I can’t get off the floor
Until I know you exist
I need you to
I don't want to do this without you
It's so hard
To take
Another breath
Without you
To imagine turning
25
28
30
40
70
Blowing those candles
Alone
Another year
I didn’t ask for.
If I stand up
Life unpauses
And the waiting continues
But I don’t want to wait anymore
I want you
To hear
How my heart
May actually stop beating
If you don’t drop
whatever you’re doing
To find me
From wherever you are
Bust in the door
Scare the hell out of
My gay roommate
Find me here
Covered in tears
Wrapped in a towel
Unable to dress
From the weight
Of living
Sit down on this
Small apartment bathroom foor
Take me in your arms
And cry with me
Until my heart
Knows
It is home.
About the Creator
Joann Claude
“I'm not sure why
I have the inexplainable urge
To tell everyone I come in contact with
That I'm dying”
-a million thoughts all at once after a brief interaction with a customer at work
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