The Wake

I’m dead inside because of you.
I see those times we shared
laughing and being real
until you left me hanging.

It’s not fair being human.
I want you more than anything—
even toast, like when we used
stay up late at night smoking weed and sharing
secrets.
Even the dark ones that nobody tells
because they make them look bad.

I want that feeling again.
That desire to be more.
But alas, this is not my shore to
get off on.
Because I’m drowning and
not walking on solid surfaces.

I want to be warm like a blanket.
I want to shower you with kisses.
But instead you shower me with a
cold shoulder and an air about you
like you think you’re better than me.

You empty me
and make me cry.
I’ll never love again.
Because I’m no longer a virgin.
And you took away my chances at heaven.