Its a different kind of hurt
To learn to love again
Like skinning your knees
Or learning to ride a bike
It feels so familiar
But still strange
Like seeing a childhood friend
Walking down the street
And it feels so empty
For a while
As if my heart broke open
To make room for him
And it's a terrifying feeling
The way he hugs me tight
Like he's holding me together
And watching me fall apart
Loving him is hard
Expecting the same outcomes
Like what happened before
Will always happen again
And I'm petrified in his kiss
The way his lips melt my heart
Like chocolate in a pants pocket
Or my dad's grilled cheese
I love the feeling
Butterflies in my chest
Free flying and swarming in my head
My minds a mess
I never thought I'd feel like this again
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothing
PoetryA small collection of poems written from a dark place in my head.. From the deepest reaches of my soul to the hollow of my heart, on your screen is everything I found the words to express, whether or not it makes any sense at all.
