Oh, friend of mine.
I miss you more all the time.
We only talked for two weeks
But your absence is like an ache
I can't handle being around anyone
Who reminds me of you.
Reminds me of us.
Of what we had
Way back when,
At a distant point in time.
Where hour long calls
And endless streams of texts
Were our only way of communicating
That was fine.
That was perfectly fine with me.
I could handle it all,
The consequences, the trauma
To continue talking to you.
And then...
You were caught.
We had to stop.
I haven't spoken to you
In over a month.
And it aches. It hurts my heart.
I can't do it
I can't be around anyone else
Your leaving was my breaking point.
I'm too emotionally and mentally unstable
To talk to someone else.
So, in a way.
This poem is both an explanation
And an apology.
I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
