My Poetry

Still

Love presents itself in many ways.

How I bake cakes for them.
How I throw parties.
How I celebrate holidays.
How I get them gifts.

It shows in every step I take.

How I think of you.
How I wish we could speak.
How I want to see you.
How I ache to love you again.

I loved you and still do.
Just not the way you wanted.

I apologised.
I begged.
I cried.
I grieved.

It's wasn't just one relationship lost that day.

I lost a friend of seven years.
I lost a lover of two years.
I lost the person who knew me best.
I lost my soul mate.

All because love presents itself in many ways.

It showed itself that day in a way that we both knew was not perfect but it was still love.

Because, even now

I still love you.