An open letter to agony

Dear agony,
You shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. You should have waited till he was gone. You should have waited till his shadow became tomorrow’s sunshine, so that you could no longer make out his body against your bedroom floor any more. You should have waited even though you would have still come before me.

Dear agony,
We use the same shampoo. I smelt it on you yesterday. When you crept into his chest and pulled his lungs together to keep yourself warm, he thought I was around. He thought I washed in through his window. He waited for my shadow to stain his bedroom floor. He waited for a shadow in the middle of a moonless night.

Dear agony,
He tries not to smile any more. If he smiles, he risks the chance of losing you. The you that reminds him of me. The you that he hopes will start to actually make him happy so that his dimples can sink in again.

Dear agony,
I think he can’t tell the difference between us any more. We are both just as silent.

Dear agony,
We use the same shampoo, except I haven’t wanted to shower for the last two weeks.
We use the same shampoo, but I can’t promise I am still clean.
We use the same shampoo but he’s starting to realise it smells better on you.

Dear agony,
Please do not let him fall asleep. Because if he is asleep, there will be no one around to save you when you look at him and forget how to breathe.

Dear agony,
Kiss him until he does not feel numb any more.

Dear agony,
Kiss him until he has no love for me any more.

For more of Darcy’s poetry follow her on Instagram @w.ithdrawal

Dear agony,
You shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. You should have waited till he was gone. You should have waited till his shadow became tomorrow’s sunshine, so that you could no longer make out his body against your bedroom floor any more. You should have waited even though you would have still come before me.

Dear agony,
We use the same shampoo. I smelt it on you yesterday. When you crept into his chest and pulled his lungs together to keep yourself warm, he thought I was around. He thought I washed in through his window. He waited for my shadow to stain his bedroom floor. He waited for a shadow in the middle of a moonless night.

Dear agony,
He tries not to smile any more. If he smiles, he risks the chance of losing you. The you that reminds him of me. The you that he hopes will start to actually make him happy so that his dimples can sink in again.

Dear agony,
I think he can’t tell the difference between us any more. We are both just as silent.

Dear agony,
We use the same shampoo, except I haven’t wanted to shower for the last two weeks.
We use the same shampoo, but I can’t promise I am still clean.
We use the same shampoo but he’s starting to realise it smells better on you.

Dear agony,
Please do not let him fall asleep. Because if he is asleep, there will be no one around to save you when you look at him and forget how to breathe.

Dear agony,
Kiss him until he does not feel numb any more.

Dear agony,
Kiss him until he has no love for me any more.

For more of Darcy’s poetry follow her on Instagram @w.ithdrawal

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