my lover poets

i stopped telling you.

we used to tell each other everything.

every moment,
was spoken between us.

but that's not my place anymore.
is it.

I don't think i can tell you everything anymore.
let alone anything at all.

and you don't tell me anything anymore.

you used to tell me,
how practice went,
how your game went,
because I was too far to make it.
I always told you how proud I was.
i was.
still am,
even if I can't know how you did.

you used to tell me about the music you loved.
i fell in love with your taste in it.
praised you for it, really.
it was your music we listened to every time,
because I loved it as much as you.

we talked about shoes a lot.
showing me the ones you bought,
the ones you so deeply want.
I did that too.

but now...
I don't have you to tell it to.
I don't have anyone to.
maybe you don't either.

we used to talk about all the things we loved.
loved about each other,
too.

we both love the beach,
the beautiful sunsets.
we both love taking pictures of it.

we're insanely similar.
but you left.
and i really miss you.
I really do.

I told you how I love romance more than anything.
we talked about it a lot.
all the things we wanted to do...
together.

we never really got to do much of it.

I only ever showed the list to a few,
but I guess it didn't mean much.
neither do I.

we were on facetime every night.
couldn't get enough of each other.
we felt so safe.

I don't feel safe anymore.

you always told me how beautiful I am.

I still believe it was true when you told me everyday.

we helped pick outfits for the other.

there's times I'm seconds away from calling in the morning.

but I stopped telling you everything.

you left me.
and it hurts.
it really fucking hurts.

I miss you,
and I hope one day you'll come home.
because we always felt like home to each other.

now,
I don't know what home feels like.

I stopped telling you...

and I fucking hate every second I don't.

maybe you feel this way too.