Handwritten letter on your doorstep.
How little do my words mean now.
I tried to be everything you ever wanted.
But my place was replaced too soon.
I can't cope with missing you like this.
Is it wrong? I don't mind loving you still.
You were my sober thoughts last night.
Even though I wasn't sober at all.
And I dreamed that you were next to me.
And I tried so hard to be enough but it wasn't enough.
YOU ARE READING
Blooming thoughts.
PoetryAnd the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.
