I draw a tub of water.
I make it warm to burn me like
you did.
As I sit in the hot tub,
I think of you.
I think of all your
imperfections.
I think of all your
desires for me.
I think of the way you
kissed my neck.
And the way your hands
discovered more of me.
I think of your beautiful
voice.
I miss it so bad.
All the sleepless nights with
you.
I let you destroy me.
I think of your
way of thinking.
Damn conservative
that I loved so much.
I think of your spouts of anger.
I always thought the best of you.
Even when you didn't think the
same for me.
I drain the tub half way.
I fill it with cold water.
It reminds me of you.
I remember the way it
was always my fault.
I apologized expecting the same
in return.
We both messed up,
admit it.
Do you even miss me?
You were my first love,
Maybe I can get over it
soon.
Hey will, you remember me
when you're older.
Can you think of my bad days
and see I wasn't "too hard to handle."
I hope so,
and I hope she treats you right.
I want your happiness,
even if it isn't with me.
Thank you,
for the lessons I learned.
This is my good bye
to you.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PuisiThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
