3 AM

fourteen years
suffering
blood you drank from me

the agony and the ecstasy
the hope
longing
addiction

you used me
cast me aside
and the worst part was
that I let you

some nights I wake with a start
in the middle of black everything
my room cold and empty
like the place your heart would be

but in those frightening moments
dust
muffled city noise
darkness
emptiness

I am never as alone
as I ever was
with you

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