In the dark of night, I like to reach out and touch you

Because you are solid and your skin is soft

And I am lonely

You push your breath into me and fill up my empty lungs

I struggle to see the point in it all

Love, that is.

I can’t tell what’s real anymore

The ocean calls to me most nights here, even though I’m with you

A seductive siren song

Telling me to let it all go

Give in to her icy depths

I drink to excess, I don’t want to feel

I get high once in a while and it makes me feel like I’m floating

You kiss me and I think of my husband and his eyes

Then I think of you and wonder how I can feel this for two people

I start to pray but it’s like I’ve forgotten how so I just sit on the balcony, my words lost in the cold wind

With the taste of you on my lips

Missing pieces of myself.


Categories: Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PCOS, Poetry, Self Esteem, self-care, Wanderlust, Writing

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