i thought it was over but i spoke too soon
it was a long three months
the silence ate at my heart
but you came out unscathed
how you managed i don't want to know
but the crushing part is
my bike misses you.
my bike yearns to take me back to you
my bike wants to meet you under the tree
i haven't broken the news yet
the news you gave me three months after
you went through radio silence
and you returned to me
but it was different
mainly because i missed you.
when you shared your news my world stopped
my bike rides stopped before i knew
they stoped with you
and they came back after you
but they didn't stop bringing me you
my bike always thought of you
you said you loved me
and i believed you
my whole existence was gone with you
you took my heart and claimed it yours
unknown to you my bike was yours
my bike charmed by your spell
became my sanctuary
my bike brought me to you
and now i'm undoing the curse
you took my bike and i want it back
i don't want you
you hurt me
you left me forgotten
i want my bike
i don't want my bike to miss you
i don't want to miss you
i want my bike back.
i miss my bike.
and i miss you.
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secret garden
Short Storyshort poems updated every two days, please be kind it takes a lot to share this level of vulnerability. thank you so much for any kind of support! i truly appreciate it much love izzie. please note that most of these poems can be found in my blog l...
