Young Writers Society

my tongue is dry now,
my cheeks are salty from tears,
my thoat is clogged with unspoken words.
ti prego, non lasciarmi

i tried to find you.
stumbling through the dark,
i kept eyes peeled for your blue cap.
ti prego, non ho finito

the air was heavy all around me,
the sound of laughter
like a bullet to my ears.
ti prego, aiuta mi, aiuta mi

i wished for the feeling
of raw, bitten lips and your mouth
tracing patterns in my neck.
ti prego, bacia mi, bacia mi

i thought i saw you,
i ran towards the lean body and waved,
i was ready to let finnaly let myself go.
ti prego, non perdermi adesso

but it was just another somebody.
not even very like you, in retrospect.
and it makes my heart

stop

to imagine you left thinking i didn't care.
i bite my inner lip and let the taste of metal
soak up the taste of no goodbye.
ti prego, non lasciarmi