When I look at my morning coffee,
I don't see your warm brown eyes.
And I probably won't remember you Once twenty years have past.
I wouldn't sell my last breath,
Just to hear you speak again.
To hear your cheap fucking voice,
Say "I love you" like it wasn't a lie.
You aren't the chapter of a book.
That I could read a million times.
And still cherish each written word.
Spoiler: The ending will be better.
And when you left me, my love,
I didn't feel everything at once,
Like a thousand waves crashing,
On my once peaceful shores.
I didn't feel nothing...empty.
Oh you know, I felt something.
But that something didn't kill me.
I've gotten used to this pain.
No, we weren't like a movie.
And dear God, we weren't a poem.
Maybe you weren't my happy ending
Maybe those don't exist.
And I guess, my dear, that's why
I became a poet to begin with,
Because no one was ever like you.
YOU ARE READING
Euphoria & Woe
PoezjaSometimes our beasts can't be caged up inside. Sometimes I let my demons dance free among the words that I give to you, my love. Forever for you. (I stole the pictures, that stole my heart.)
