they say it gets better, but it doesn't. time doesn't change feelings. the drought has lasted four months, but occasionally there's some rain, memories remind me of us. somedays it's a hurricane, a massive storm of missing you. i wonder how you are...if you still care...if you remember as much as i do. i hear you've changed, found yourself another girl. i hate it, but it's too selfish to wish that you still felt like this, like you used to, so instead i smile and tell everyone i'm over it. but it's storming right now, as i'm thinking of you, my dear. of how your smile turned up, and how your eyes shined, what colors looked best on you, the taste of your precious lips, and how your face felt when you hadn't shaved in awhile. maybe if i just let the clock tick-tick, i'll forget, because everyone says time heals.
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my poems
PoetryA coming of age story of a young girl, discovering the true meaning of self love.
