Maybe it was silence
I heard during our calls.
Maybe it was the clock
ticking on the wall.
Maybe it was poetry
that filled my head.
Maybe it was the feelings
I felt in bed.
Maybe it was the smile
you put on my face.
Maybe it was the way
we never could win the race.
The race for time.
The race for the 'love you mores'.
Maybe it was the way
I got left on read.
Maybe it was time to move
on instead.
Maybe it was the way
you touched my skin.
Maybe it was the way you
always had to win.
Maybe it was the way
I didn't explain why I was mad.
Maybe it was the little
amount of time we had.
Maybe I should stop
overthinking.
Maybe you should stop
Pretending.
Maybe I say maybe
too much.
Maybe that's the way
I keep my clutch.
My clutch onto my
senses.
I guess I need a new
pair of lenses.
I looked at you
and saw my world.
I look at you and
see nothing at all.
A past mistake,
A past regret.
I loved you for all
the wrong reasons.
I loved who you were
to me.
Only now I know it
wasn't meant to be.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PoezieThis 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...
