Poetry

I have left

Posted by Jona Nightingale on

I have saved a seat for you compliments

And left room for your kisses

A little sliver between my fingers

Is how much space I have left for you

I have left the door open

If you so choose to come in

Because the pieces of myself

Have no meaning with your absence

Raged hearts don’t beat as fast as free birds fly

Your leaving is like heavy breathing

A sin of a sort

I seek forgiveness in your arms

On your lips

Yet empty hand greet me with cold eyes

No forgiveness for my sins

Only mourning lies in the morning

When empty sheets don’t mean the same

A seat for your compliments

Have gone cold like your heart

My soul dies at the sight of your departure

Parting is no sweet sorrow

Only torture for tomorrow

Published by Jona Nightingale

Jona Nightingale is a poet and writer, often focusing on themes such as mental health, identity, and holding space. A writer of poetry, horror, and speculative fiction. When not writing, you can find them reading, hiking, drinking tea, or flirting with their darlings. You can find them on all socials at @jnibbzy

3 Comments Add yours

  1. the #1 Itinerary says:
    February 28, 2019 at 9:22 am

    Great post 😁

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    1. jjnibbs says:
      February 28, 2019 at 11:45 am

      THANK YOU!!!!

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      1. the #1 Itinerary says:
        February 28, 2019 at 1:22 pm

        No problem 🙂 check out my blog when you get the chance 😁

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