I know your number, but I'll never call it again.
I know your favorite color, but it's not mine anymore.
I know your laugh, the warm emotion it brought over me.
I thought I loved you; I just knew you.
It was a coincidence.
I was always at your seat, in your space,
Kissing at your feet, but I was just there.
I wasn't loved. I was pleading.
You were leaning away from the love I poured out,
Until it drained me of any spout.
So I will stay away, watch the moonlit nights,
And know that you're under it too.
I will see purple and not think of you.
I will feel that warmth some cold or hot morning,
And I will bask in it for all its glory.
And so, I will rebuild, brick by tender brick,
A sanctuary where your shadow cannot linger.
I will fill it with colors that are only mine,
And light that warms, not sears.
-Augustmwah<3
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When the music's off and the room gets empty
PoetryA collection of random poems I make 'when the music's off and the room gets empty' this IS a cry for help. hugs and kisses MWAH!