Maybe it was the way you looked at me
Or why I remembered your body
The way my heart exploded
And that from your lover words, my ears screamed
Now you're only made of memories
So powerful, despise
This feeling of emptiness
And at the same time, total fullness
It was so cold outside
But I think we just put that aside
We both wanted to feel things
And only that gave me wings
You're like the sea
The salty taste of your lips
The way you brought me
Exactly like on a honeymoon trip
Kinda funny how it all happened
My high hopes suddenly
Became reality
Better than my most torrid dreams
I'm so scared to ruin this
At least, I'll never fuck up my memories
So even if you go
I can still listen to them on auto.
All of this is like a movie
That, as a little girl, I would watch with envy
Knowing too well that this story
Would never happen to me
Each time
I'm scared that when you'll show up
I'll always want more for you to be mine
Even if they said I should really give up
I just wish I didn't need to write
Our entire story
Hoping that some way, easily
It would finally become reality
Maybe I could get over us
With some determination, plus
A lot of hope
But do I really want to stop
Hoping?
YOU ARE READING
i forgive you
PoetryHe asked in his dreamy voice tinted with worry: "Will you forgive me, one day?" I couldn't help but say: "You're already forgiven. You always were." A miscellany of my poems about forgiving others in love, hate, sadness, and all those emotions that...