You know, the funny thing is
I found the difference between thinking about you
and thinking about you
You have been on my mind for so long
that it is a normal thing
I got so used to your voice
that it engraved forever in my mind,
I will always hear you because you became one of the voices
So when I say I think about you a lot,
I mean you appear in the quietest places.
In untouched rooms.
In empty chairs.
In the pause between thoughts,
there you are—
smiling, alive and beating
I cannot remember
when and where I got that memory of you
only that
I no longer wish to lose it like how I lost you
On the other hand, when I think about you—
my heart aches, and
my stomach punches the fucking butterflies.
Memories of your silly silhouette flashes,
I regret— try to repent.
I daze off— lose intent.
And repeat the phrases, "it's better off this way—
if we really were for together, then we would be together"
Like a chant,
a coping mechanism, and a prescription— all at once
Repeat it over and over again
until the pain learns to pretend
YOU ARE READING
Dazed Off
Şiir𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
