"i miss you"
are the dead words
that have made a home
on my lips,
a hollow house
built from
nails of numbing regret
and wooden planks of kisses dreamt
after "i miss you" decided
they were never leaving
my sharp, smashed splinters of what's left
of my thoughts and tears,
they announced they were
silently staying for the grieving
of our beginning so new and fragile—
not a new life, per say,
not a wailing baby's cry
rocking the world and the sky,
but a silent, stretching beginning
of two young lives intertwined,
that have somehow died
when it came high tide,
and the words
"i miss you"
along with them
can those three words
reeking of a painful hollow
fill a hollow friendship,
or will the carcass of what we had
only become
a russian doll
of empty empty empty—
but i'll write it here,
smashing that painted russian doll
and the dense wood layers of
"i love you"
"i miss you"
"i want you"
into the ground
and i'll spit it out—
"goodbye"
and i finally feel
the hollow home
of "i miss you"
leave my lips
with a faint kiss
and a tomorrow's wish
that hearts can heal
into something stronger
but softer
than steel
love,
mari
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Poetrypoems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that...