My love for you was late night Skype calls, YouTube links swapped, text messages that had little to no punctuation.
My love for you was cold pizza, matched black and white flannels, cuddle puddles on hard couches.
My love for you was zodiac posts, Emo music, tv shows on a kids channel.
But things changed.
My love for you turned into arguments, passive aggressive comments, anxiety attacks.
Our sorrows were no longer patched by the songs on pianos, singing about how we're all fucked up, now more than ever, and thats probably because of you. It's not an accusation, but I came to the conclusion that I still loved you.
My love for you became distant, detaching and trying to protect you without standing by you. My love for you was a bowed head, a bitten lip, no comebacks for your harsh words.
Our texts no longer mutually lacked punctuation. I made sure to end my message with a period, to show how done I was with your shit. Your grammar only got worse.
Again things changed.
My love for you is now a dry throat, it's a longing look, an awkward cough as you discuss things I'm not supposed to know about, but I do because I still go look at your social media profiles.
My love for you is cold, it's barely there "hello"s, pats on the back when hugs are exchanged, because we're not close enough to hold onto each other anymore.
My love for you is seeing our short lived small talk over the phone ended when I asked if anything was new, and you replied with a Capitalized 'N' a lower case 'o' and a period.
My love for you is me missing the good times. My love for you is a watchful eye from afar. My love for you is wishing I didn't despise the things you do.
My love for you is me hating loving you.
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Here's part two, hope you like it!
-Joe
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PoetryThis is a poem trilogy I wrote over the past year. It's about two people in my life that were very close to me and things kind of fell through, and stuff got hard for all of us. Since this summer I've gotten over my pain and let go, also letting the...
