You were once my friend
Please come back to me...
Why do you escape me at night?
Why do you haunt me by day?
Without you limbs are heavy, mind is foggy.
Without you emotions are heightened, pains are deeper.
How long can you run?
How long can I chase?
You use to be my friend.
You use to bring me fairy tales and joy.
My body craves you.
My mind curses you.
It shouldn’t be this hard.
It shouldn’t dictate all.
I’m tired.
I’m hurting.
Please come back to me.
Please be my friend again.
1am. 2am.
4am.
Sleep.
About the Creator
Fiona De Stefanis
I've heard that a good writer will share stories about what they know. So this is me sharing my stories, about what I know. I am not sure whether I am a good writer, however this is me just giving a new thing a go in life...
Keep reading
More stories from Fiona De Stefanis and writers in Poets and other communities.
One of the Crazy Things Rich People Do That's Scary To Think About
They impress us, and sometimes they scare us, but the ultra-rich are always interesting. Some of their famous activities include buying yachts too big to move through channels, buying ridiculously priced cars that could feed the homeless of New York for weeks, and their expensive tastes in sex workers.
By Jason Ray Morton 2 days ago in FYI
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.