I don't know what the date was
The first time we had sex,
The first time I told you I loved you,
Or the first time that you left.I don't know what time it was,
The last time you broke my heart,
The last time I heard your voice,
Or the last time I was in your arms.I don't know the little details,
Like the first time you said hello,
Or the first time I ever called you,
Or how many times you've broken your nose.I do remember the important stuff,
Like the day I first saw you,
Your favorite place in the world,
The sibling you are closest to,
The first time I kissed you,
How long since you've been gone,
How far away you are,
How long until you come home.I remember the important things,
Like the wavy curls of your hair,
The way your eyes look in the sun,
The way your laugh sounds,
Your crooked smile,
The calluses on your hands,
The knots in your back,
The muscles that frame your arms,
And the way you're never around.I remember the things that make me happy,
Your smile,
Your laugh,
The way you say my name,
The crinkles by your eyes,
The thought of seeing you again.I remember the things that make me sad too..
You broke my heart,
You didn't say goodbye,
You said you'd never lie,
You had me make a promise,The promise I can't break,
No, I wont leave you alone,
But when you don't come back,
When you tell me goodbye,
When you don't need me,
The promise will be void.Though I love you more than I ever thought I would,
When you don't need me anymore,
When it doesn't count as me leaving you,
I'm gone.
A promise I made to you,
You probably don't remember,
But a promise
I made to you,
I can't break.I say the words
I love you,But those simple words,
Can not describe,
The complexity I feel
For you.So I remember,
I remember the important things,
Cause they are all I will have left after
You're gone.7/25/16

YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...