My Poetry

~Ninety Four~

I hid in the depths of his love, 
clinging to his chest, 
listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek, 
hoping maybe he would stay. 
But soon enough he's gonna leave, 
he has too, 
I wish it weren't true, 
But it's bound to happen soon. 

I think I'll cry
which I don't usually do if you didn't know. 
I'll probably stay in bed for days, 
and forget to wash the pillow cases that would be tear stained. 

I'll reread our texts and probably cry a little more, 
I'll drown in the depths of my love for him,
wondering why I wasn't enough for him,
and then finally I'll get up
only because my friend has come to make sure I'm 
'cleaned up' . 

I'll go out, 
see his face, 
make him jealous,
make him hurt,
but in the end I'm in his bed again
hiding in the depths of his "love"
clinging to his chest, 
listening to the steady beat of his heart, 
him wiping the tears off my cheek.