There's days where I can't stop thinking about you
When I eat, I think about what you'd order
When I sit, I leave a space for you
When I walk, I feel for your hand and walk on the inside
When I sleep, I scoot over in anticipation that you're gonna be there
But then there's days where you're the last thought in my head
I order and they say your name and I completely blank
I put my bag up on the bench
I walk on the outside
I take up the whole bed
It's the main problem when you're the only reason I feel lonely but can't grasp the idea of being alone.
I hold the door open for a second when I go into a store, hoping to hear the scuffling of your feet behind me
Sometimes I let my hand fall off the handle as I walk in
I lock the door before crawling into bed but sometimes I leave it unlocked, hoping you'll find your way back.
7 months down the drain.
When I was with you, I pondered the idea of kids
Now the thought of being a mom disgusts me
I used to leave the key under the mat when I thought you were coming over, catching myself sneaking it under now is something I need to stop. You're not coming in ever again.
I loved you, with everything in me. If it meant taking myself apart to make you, I would give you everything I own, and have, and have created.
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My poems
RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
