I haven't worn your shirt
In days.
I didn't notice
Until now.
And for some reason,
It's killing me.
But I still can't bring myself,
To pull the worn out fabric over my head.
I haven't slept in days.
Though I have no desire
To lay my head on a pillow,
And close my eyes.
And for some reason
That doesn't bother me.
It's been over a month
Since I've seen you.
And with every passing day,
I miss my best friend,
More and more.
It's been about a week,
Since I last cried.
And that's okay.
I'm getting better.
You aren't the reason I cried,
I am.
I filled myself with false hope,
And what if's.
And that's okay.
Because everything is clear now.
I love you.
You don't love me the same way,
And there's nothing wrong with that,
Because you're my best friend.
And I'd rather that than nothing.
Your feelings are valid.
And important.
I will be the best friend I can be.
Because that's all I can be.
And that's okay.
08/16/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoesíaI 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...
