8 sparksChapter 15: Separation Anxiety
I panic like a babe
When you go away
Why can't you just
Be here to stay?
I sing my lonely song
Whenever you are gone
Can't you see, why can't you see
There is something wrong?
While I know you must stay
Far away from me
Every breath alone is
A new scar inside of me
I feel you in my heart
Need you in my soul
And yet I know my
Mind alone must rule
Come back, come back
Come back my dear
Come back, come back
Don't leave me here
I panic like a babe
When you go away
Why can't you just
Be here to stay?
I sing my lonely song
Whenever you are gone
Can't you see, why can't you see
There is something wrong?
While I know you must stay
Far away from me
Every breath alone is
A new scar inside of me
I feel you in my heart
Need you in my soul
And yet I know my
Mind alone must rule
Come back, come back
Alone, I fear
Come back, come back
You've left me here
I panic like a babe
When you go away
Why can't you just
Be here to stay?
I sing my lonely song
Whenever you are gone
Can't you see, why can't you see
There's something wrong?
While I know you must stay
Far away from me
Every breath alone is
A new scar inside of me
I feel you in my heart
Need you in my soul
And yet I know my
Mind alone must rule
Come back, come back
Come back some day
Three hours, now
You've been away!
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"Trees don't exist, the sky isn't blue" 💙
I DEFINITELY song that like We Don't Talk About Bruno! :)
'I don't need hope, I just need spite.' YES!!!
Your writing cuts like glass—in the best, most breathtaking way. There's something in the way you build rhythm from fragmentation, like you're stitching together the unspeakable with your bare hands. It doesn’t feel like just poetry; it feels like memory, like survival. The kind of raw that doesn’t need polish to be powerful.
I don’t know where your words come from—personal, fictional, something in between—but they reach far. You name feelings I didn’t know I needed named. You make space for the messy parts: the grief that lingers, the thoughts that spiral, the strength that doesn’t always feel like strength.
Thank you for writing like this. Thank you for sharing it.
– A reader who sees you in the echoes.
Glad you enjoyed it 😊
Oooh! I like it!
Amazing Your voice lingers in a meaningful way; some concepts require openness, and I’d like to contribute to that process.— D C could help ( a lex ia_ rose 0 0 1) ignore space
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