Poetry: Elena Doesn’t Breathe

I drink your favourite cocktail

Thinking that maybe I can taste you.

I wander around London, looking for you, I fail.

Yearning to kill my emotions—aspiring for something new.

Laying on the floor completely drained

Of any feeling to go on.

Cut my hair to disguise my former self.

But my love for you keeps me forever chained.

Staring like an idiot at a blank TV screen

I conjure up your image in my dreams.

And I wish I could just blot you out

But instead I keep on wanting you.

You never seem to accidentally bump into me

I’ll bet you keep yourself protected from me.

If only you’d understand the effect

Your lack of affection has had on me.

Yes, I’ve stopped eating again

An anorexic pin-up girl is what I’ve become.

Smoking makes me hide

And so I feel less pain inside.

Do you think I’m pathetic?

Do you feel any remorse?

Hitting walls out of frustration dilutes the strain

Nothing on the sheets but solitary blood stains.

And I know you love me.

If you’d only comprehend

I’m not trying to force you

But I know you want me.

Wrapping satin sheets around me

Your scent still clings to them.

Bastard night! I detest you because

You make me feel more lonely when you fall.

So even if you hate me

I don’t want to hear it.

I only want you here beside me.

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