I'm not going to miss
His mouths little twist
He does it so easily like a flick of the wrist
I'm not going to test
My minds already a mess
Thinking about his chest
As it rises and falls when he breathes
I'm not going to
I'm not at all
His little quirks, I will fall
But there's nothing I can do
If I think
Then I'll see his face
I've been trying to erase
Every time I blink
I'm already sinking
He's already moved on
Forgotten about me
Nothing left to see
I can never leave
While he's already gone
Alone, I'm not going to...
That would be too low
I can never go
Guess that's his cue
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Living In The Mind's Cage
PoetryThe poems start inexperienced, I was younger then. As you read further it shows my growth as a person and my fallbacks. Maturing slowly through each one. It's my mental journey. These are poems are my outlet and help me with my issues when I can't d...
