As I take my last breathツ

   As I sit in the dark taking my last breath, I think about you. You with all your curves and edges, your lucious locks of hair, your smell of black pepper and hand moisturizure. As I am taking my last breath all that comes over me with waves of warmth just enough to remind me of when we used to sleep in the same bed. As I think of you while sipping my last breath, it is enough to let me accept my demise and watch you fade into nothing but a silhouette.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741