10.25.15 A.L
I'd found other names to echo into the late night hours of early morning, but your name is still tattooed into the corners of my eyes.
The spaces between us only seem to be getting deeper.
I hold my walls up a little higher this time. You'd still find your way into the back of my head, building all the lies you've coveted as promises to me. It takes everything sometimes to run back into the arms I knew to be the one thing to ever convince me I was capable of being loved.
I'm not certain if you've ever cared to remember how our love was magnetic; and how even the electricity radiated the heat between us, and how now, I'm always tired. You'd drained me of everything I'd had in me.
I could never seem to exist loud enough for you to hear me. I only wish now, to be able to strut past you with no effort. To not see poetry flowing out of your eyes, or my chest tighten with what we could have been.
YOU ARE READING
The Other Person Project
Poetrythe answer is yes. it will always be yes. you will always be the words. [(format) This originally started as a secret project I took on senior year, in high school. I wanted to write a poem about every single person in my class, eventually it becam...
