I said I got over you,
and this time not just to convince the others.
I don't miss you no more, it was so sick of me to think we could ever be "lovers".
I don't crave your closure, I don't want to be where you are
and all my selfless loving you now feels like a soulless empty jar.
I say i moved on with a hopeful confident smile,
but as for all the little habits, it might just take a while.
I don't hug that stupid plushie pretending that it's you,
and I don't wear that blue t-shirt, the same you had too.
But the thought of you still crosses my mind whenever I listen to Queen
and I remember how for you I dyed my hair back green.
I think of you when the bus you take for school passes by
and my gaze subconsciously shifts to your house, I don't even know why.
I wonder how you're doing in the middle of the night
and I think of beautiful poetries for you I never got the chance to write.
I try to get warmer standing in a old fireplace,
even if now all that's left is ashes, but I keep it just in case.
Just in case you come back,
just in case my feelings do the same,
even if it doesn't serve me any good and i'm so fucking tired of this game.
YOU ARE READING
Trust my words.
PoetryA poetry collection of random poetries I wrote. Nothing special, just some deep stuff from a burning poet heart, I hope you enjoy. I think most of them are going to be love letters or over-dramatic sh*t I write when I'm down.
