This is how I get over you:
in the arms of another.
I found myself falling back
into this trap of love and lust.
I escape your touch with his lips.
I cannot meet his eyes for fear that
I will look through him in search of you.
But he is so kind.
He is gentle and sweet.
He is more of what I really need.
So I let him strip me raw,
undo the damage you left
on my legs, arms, and soul.
I let him touch me and
I let myself touch him.
But darling,
he is not you.
He may be fire, but
he is not burning desire,
he is not passionate love,
and he will burn out.
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Bare Bones
PoetryA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
