Now that you're gone,
I miss you.
I miss you more,
Than I thought I would.
You ignored me,
Yet I still adored you.
Now that you're gone,
I think about you more.
I dream about your,
Disapproving eyes,
Upset looks,
Blank stares.
Now that you're gone,
I think of you as,
Beloved.
I think of you as,
Unreachable.
Out of my grasps.
As if I could've even touched you.
Like a god,
You are too high.
Like bottom of the ocean,
I cannot touch.
My emotions well up,
As I write these words.
My heart aches,
For what was never mine.
YOU ARE READING
I Can't Stop
PoesiaJust something I've been dying to write. I may add more later, dunno yet.
