a shard of crystal in my ear... the ring of all the howls... another crutch for the passing year... wet alone in a terrycloth towel... all i want is him, you see... to come back here and lay with me... i know it's not right... but christ is it lonely here tonight... the rain is the worst... like angels' tears into these skies burst... just... come home, please... i'll beg you, my pride will not keep me from my knees... i remember that night that you left... the door clicking with a hollow breat... and i... i... thought... i know you are the one... i know you are the reason, godammit... the REASON!!! why the fuck are you still out there when i need you here... here... where you can rest that head full of pain on my chest and listen to the t.v. as you fade to rest... baby... i don't know where you are for the first time in 5 years... and i'm scared... scared and hurt... please come home... 'cause even the howls are beginning to sound like sweet nothings to me... and i'm scared... of the bathtub and the bed... of the stain on the carpet where your shattered knuckles bled... i'm scared, baby, 'cause you... you know... baby... i'm scared.Birth sign: Scorpio
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