Memory
The memory of you lingers, like a bad taste of the tip of my tongue, even after all this time, you still won't leave my mind, I loved you, yet you still chose her, she has everything I don't, she has you all to herself, right now you're in her embrace, and here I am empty of you, yet your taste lingers, coating my tongue, the memory of your touch, hits my head like rich Irish whiskey, next time I'll learn, I won't give my heart so easily, you're with me at night, I want you to leave me be, when I think of your smile, I'm drunk on happiness, but it's over now, it's all different, you're not mine anymore, I have to let go, I need you to leave my dreams, I need you to stop tickling my memories, get off the tip of my tongue, you tasted like fine Irish whiskey, you went right to my heart, not anymore, I'm sober without you, your smile no longer makes me drunk, I will always love you, since you have her, I guess you don't need me, and now I don't need you, I will be without you here, gone from my memories, finally and forever.
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The Tattered Quill
PoésieThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
